While life flows out of my palms
I cannot lean and collect my pieces from the ground
Maybe it is too late to say it is too late for everything anymore
Now my hands are totally empty, my words are drunk
My heart has fallen to thousand pieces
Inside this love already left and gone,
What use is it if it stays in the eye
Although it was a hope that always feeds the heart and tells my heart to withstand
But a deep dark wind covered everywhere, I am left with only my life
I have passed through exuberant rivers, dusty rains, rocky roads
I abandoned my misguided life, my pomegranate smelling love, my everything
Now my hands are empty my words are drunk, my heart has fallen to thousand pieces
Inside this love already left and gone, what of use if it stays in the eye