What kind of punishment this is..
Sometimes it take months to reply…
Sometimes we reply within seconds…

What kind of strange feeling this is…
The harder I try to resist…
The more it grows…

What kind of seal I find on my heart…
The more I try to find peace by avoiding…
The more I feel suffocated within…

What kind of destiny do I hold…
Sometimes everything is in my favour…
And sometimes I am a wayfarer…

I still wonder how long to punish and how early to forgive…
What should be the appointed time for justice…

Strange it is… Strange it is..
Sometimes we are very close…
And sometimes we don’t even bother to know how the other is…

Ohh Soul that dwell within…
Don’t let me drown in the world where there is no one to hold my hand to save me from the ills…

Ohh Soul.. Be at peace.. there is a long way to go for this wayfarer staying at inn..