Oh my Mother give me your sight
A sight that will end my fight...

My teacher is a gardener
For her every student is a seed...

Every-time every droplet of rain,
Reminds me of our love again...

Traveling laugh but jokes apart,
lets talk of something...

Artists die; their art never dies
Trees die; their wind never dies...

Born to sun and moon blessed
and nursed by mighty mars...

There is a silence within me
I want to say something...

I did tell you...
That you should never let this song last...

When silence says it all...
All you do us to soak in the moment...

When the wind blows, Fresh air into your nose,
When the wind blows, Wake up from your doze...

Why this only happen with me
And I always thought let it be...

Fallen leaves carpet
The hallowed ground which you tread...