(The wind blows carrying the leaves; a man walks on an vacant road) br I look ahead, br While walking backwards, br Towards my destination, br br Where I came from, br Furthers away, br Or maybe I further myself from there, br br Where I am going, br Is an obligation? br I shall reach where this road leads me, br When may I get there? br How may I fond another love, br br (He sighs) br And as I further myself, br From where I came from, br I distance myself from my heart, br Distance myself from my paradise, br From her, br br I cannot seem to answer why, br What is the reason? br That I escaped from my love, br br (His eyes blink) br Now the comfort of home is gone, br I cannot see where I came from, br It is forever gone, br br (He slowly fades along the road)br br Paurakh Shresthabr br