Oh living in isolation,
with a blank expression,
with the boiling turmoils living inside,
like the parasite in the intestine,
they call it living in solitude,
oh my dear friend living in solitude!

No one realises,
what's going inside like the
fire burning on a lonely paradise,
no one sees,
the scared child ,
so weak and fragile,
like a new petal sweet and gentle..

Oh! that volcano is erupting,
with it's fierce ferociousness,
once again the child,
is so delicate and hopeless,
no one can save it,no one can..

The...