(Keno tomra Amaya-dako amar-mon na mane)
Why do people invite me?
When I cannot honor it
I do not find time being busy with my music
People ask me for directions on their way
But does any path exist?
In front of my eyes then
I forget my whereabouts while I am in music
People don’t give me a break
Somehow look for my fault
But I do not want to pay any attention to those
My mind always remains afloat amidst music
Today is the day for
Flowers to blossom
The sky is covered by different hues today
I feel pulls from every direction by the music
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3/18/2015
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