What are you doing for hours and hours?
The movements of life can be measured!
It is like a river
Sometimes straight, sometimes bend.

In the monsoon, the river flows
By swallowing two sides
Like the life in full of youth
The euphoria takes over.

Such a river as ever-flowing
Sometimes is ever quiet
Life is so desperate
Sometimes become tired.

Like a river, passing so many ways
Runs into the sea
By leaving everything in life
Have to go to my own home.