We were walking from the market,
Reaching on time was the target.
Talking about this and that,
I can't remember what went bad.
I said I was fed up,
I don't know why I blew up.
But the result was disastrous,
The glare on your face was murderous.
Oh! How much I want to take it all back,
Oh!  How much of it all I regret.
I asked if it was the way it ends,
Your reaction was no comments.
I'm burning here in this guilt,
Choosing to loose what we've built.
Oh!  how much I want to take it all back,
Oh! how much of it I regret.
...Gulishta