TheLastWriter

the head is being closed, not working ,

I don't know why he is doing it .

The ship is moving , the current is flowing ,

And the sun is shining .

Merged with the sky

Far , far away .

The wait is just a matter of time

Blood circulation and my body closure

and I am on my way to the end of my life .

The light of the full moon was on my body

and I was wounded, strange smell.

Memories float from the heart

And the ship is gently swaying against the current

And the air has become terrible by

Mixing with thick black smoke .

ভালোবাসা এখন সেকেলে , রক্তের মহামারী ।

শরীর জুড়ে ক্ষত , কেউ নেই আমার মতো ,

বন্ধ সারা শহর , মহাকাশের মতো ।