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 for you like it has stopped for you Why my breathes as well are little like wet The closeness has happened with the distance What kinda thing is this, every morning is night now The flowers are not fragrant anymore, they're silent Like they're angry/disagree with you The fragrance has gone away , just like you did