Even If you shout till being out of breath
All they will hear will be a whisper
A murmur in the dark night which would certainly get lost in the cold wind
The heartless wind will be blowing on so hard
That even in the silence of the desert none will hear your hopeless cries
 
It seems years I stop crying because that part of me which continued to hope perished
None ever heard my shouts that I needed someone to be listening
Someone to understand my sufferings
Someone to wipe away my tears and hold me tight when everything is over
Someone who would simply be here without any counterpart
 
My heart mute during the last trial, and it muted forever.
Even if I tried and tried to stay out of the cyclone
I got lost in it and none; yes none was here to save me
There, I lost not only my heart but also my soul
A soul which once hoped desperately...
 
And there in that desert the I dried little by little without rain...