Living far from home is a arrow inside me and everything is foreign to me
Life is such a khan that pain is innkeper in it.
Love is scary dream, lonelyness is big pain.
Whichever door I knock, sour pain is in front of me.
There has never been a morning in my hearth for years.
What kind of suffering is that I am still feeling.
Love is scary dream, lonelyness is big pain.
Whichever door I knock, sour pain is in front of me.