Little less brighter is the light
Little less wet is the rain
Little less waving is the wind
Little less are the wants in heart
The time has stopped like this
Like it has stopped for you
Why my breathes as well are little like wet
The closeness has happened with the distance
What kind thing is this, every morning is night now
The flowers are not fragrant, they are silent.
Like they are angry/disagree with you
The fragrance has gone away, when you are not with me