No antibiotic can heal my wound
Because there is everything sad around
I am not even able to stand on the ground
You can compare me from the ancient death of mound
I am thinking a lot but speaking nothing
It's been a lot someone has heard my sound
None in this world have enough money to buy my love
Even the foreigner can't buy my love in pound
I have kept memories of all of our love moments
But the truth is that i want to lose them by leaps and bounds