We became separated,
And lost our way (roads).....
But we will meet , will meet....
Remember this , watch for my arrival.
If it was paper I would tear it , a thread I would cut it
Can leave the world , but how can I break my promise ?
Live and die for this promise now.
Oh wind , you go and tell him,
What my condition has become.
The way I am living now....
Its like a living death.
Your name , day and night , I remember.
Always have faith on me my love...
We will meet , will meet....
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