I will pursue this
dream, 'cause I know it's expected that I be serene. Upon this winding
road, in the face of the crowds that bustle all around. Although it seems like
I am chasing after the past, what I want is place where the sky is alive and
like প্রথমপাতা to me. Please to try to understand the truth That this is no
Choice And I wish you'd stop with that look Of despair You're giving
Me. Tears are nothing but the shape of our weakness And they won't
bring any absolution. I do not see an end to this labyrinth. Who am I
waiting for-- And I write it down in the pages of my notebook 'Cause
I'm looking...