Scorching sand of our relations
strew with splashes to my soul’s deep.


I don’t want your explanations
I just want to sleep.


Keep silent please I’m tired.
You make me sick. And you have laid me
for thousand years. I goanna upstairs
however rain would stop that day
I would remain my old life way.


And never-been illusion mind
would visit me and give some kind
of sweet eternal rest. You know
whenever you will back, my soul
would visit you to make us whole


Again…