End of my cloud dreams
Wakening of a roadside
Your of the blessings
In your cubicle
Designed with paper white notes
Reading with my eyes
Work for eight long hours
Figure out the design next
Then we will meet talk
Walking on a night
Heavy raining and again
Story never stops
Over heard one missus
She gained a transportation
Crazy overnight
What can we do first
They discussed a few meetings
They traded money
Stuck in a place long
Forasmuch as we expect
ants and the rail trains
Forgive me he said
Do we look like loose strangers?
She said wearily
Balu hid in a corb
And he also spoke forward
Silence overwhelmed
Let's go to the ride
Ever heading to the north
Stepping down again
I missed you so much
Darkness overcometh us
He is drunk alright
Heaven is too much chea
