It hurts more than incision of paper
It doesn't pass immediately the trace of conscience
What's on my mind, they are on my tongue too
My common sense had absconded before everyone
There's countless unanswered ringing on my ear
When someone call me, (s)he think i love him/her
It's being long time since i forget your face,
Since i burn bridges and toss aside
Did (s)he leave an unbroken part in my heart?
It's different what (s)he says and what (s)he does
The curse of the oppressed (person) paid much more
Leave (alone) him/her, let (s)he thinks that this poor won