Cynical, disconsolate, destitute - quiet do your...
Nothing greater than a sibilation you poor...
Oh autumn in the middle of spring
Every day I try to run but always slow down...
Even when life gives me something I actually want,
It will still decide to take something away...
Every human is searching for commodity,
Seeking love, friendship, longing for a hope...
The time for saving is past
life or death is before me...
I've lost my way
I can't keep up...
I feel like running,
But I've got nowhere to go...
I have always been useless
never could get good grades...
I'm here
you're there...
Wasted time
wasted words...
Yaado me tere mujhko ye jiwan bitana hai
Har gam ko sirf ab apna banana hai...
A quiet room
black as night...