I am so disheartened by the world that my form is the form of loneliness , look at my death in yourself, my death is spectacular, you want to watch me at the top, watch me, I
was a liar from yesterday, watch me today, in this world where even the clouds do not cry, we are all fleeing from me, you also leave this, only
a name left of what I was and I am, my heart is like my notebook is empty , the pen has dried up. My hand is tied in my work, I am trapped, what is the way forward except to sink into myself , the comrades left me one by one, they were
all my pain, I thought that they were in pain , surprisingly, the loved ones who were my singing companions were towards the peak of the destruction of my flight bridge, they were
tied in my work , I am trapped in my work, what is the way forward except to sink into myself? One by one, the comrades left me in themselves, they were all my pain, I thought they were in pain
, the comrades left me one by one, they were all my pain, I thought they were in pain.