I am standing here,waiting to be killed-
A despicable traitor...

Streaming in through my window
Red light and green...

Things happen.
People change...

Poison washing over poison
The thrust of force...

Isn't it much easier to walk on the path of...
Because then you can't see the thorns...

Draped in black,
Veiled...

Like a flower,pressed,left,
In a book-forgotten...

Do you think I will follow your strategy?
Do you think I will not see through your trickery...

You say:
"She is seeing the invisible now...

Two souls,holding hands,walking on the same path
Came to a turning and went apart...

I looked around and I saw
The flowering vine...

Once,a lone man stood
Between a mosque,a temple and a church...