I call the time,

The time, which is in my hand,

I call the minutes,

The minutes, which are at the time.

Then I try to stop the time for life span.

 

In harmony of time,

In spite of everything,

This waterway knows more,

Because it will not intend for it.

It is in search of its path.

 

Even I could not touch the mirror,

Which reflects me my image,

The mirror was very chill.

Though I fall into a dream,

Find myself in a dark room.

 

No light, No window, No door,

But still I saw a shadow,

A shadow of false faces,

Mourning and Sobbing,

Asking to go back.