Roughness in your eyes isn’t the virtue of your deeds

Its the matter of fact that your head was lacking the greed

The time when you choose your life was indeed a twilight

With loads of suffering and plenty of pain

I’m sure my life will end in vain.

Your lough  is like a singing bird

your breath is precious to e like a child’s birth 

but when twilight came n i opened my eyes

I’m unable to listen anything

Neither the singing of birds,

nor the violent grieve..

As if my world is ending and i don’t have a blade or a knife

to cut the thread of a swinging pendulum

to stop the time and to be in this absurd world

for another minute.

I’m searching for you at the time of the end

hey stop, i guess i know this scene

shallowing of sun and fading of light

yes i knew…

it is the same, it is the DAMN TWILIGHT….