An air of anger came to my heart

Inside the storm of my broken hope I walked

My blind eyes and mind always rush into the crooked way

Just my ambitious legs try to reach

Ultimately, I found myself in a dead end after the **** storm

Where I smelt a strong failure’s aroma but it was only a stigma

Beyond the voice of a loud bell I remembered my God

And I said

Slowly, slowly my wretched time

My patience is wider than your evil

Take me as a piece of paper around this tornado

Dump me in a lifeless desert where I can keep walking

Nonchalantly, nonchalantly…