Here I am wandering
In the dim light of the street at night
As a lonely figure
A ghostly form totally lost
A spirit tumultuous with its emotions
I knock at every door
And each door opens for me
But I am hesitant to step in
And leave mercilessly
With the same soul disturbed
Eventually, I knock at this door
Repeatedly, with a soul restless
The only door I want to see opened
But it remains closed till now
That's why I wander all nights like this
Through every pocket of the street
Keep knocking at each door
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