My memory can not be erased
Your strangers look, if you go
But I want to lose that day
Mustard swallow in Dhaka swab.
I can go blind
During the cruel period of time
I can not go away
Such Bashundhara;
Find out if there is a breath
Your looks are sweet-sweet coconut.
Gray fog in the blurred light
The finite black of the horizon
Can not forget some memories,
So hide everything I wanted to hide here
So whoever dragged him out
Do not lose.
But I want to lose that day
Mustard swallow in Dhaka swab