It breaks my heart to see the wind drifting away,
But even a lovely breeze ends when another comes,
She sees her life in a blank page,
With some drops of solemn agony,

It beaks my heart to see the wind drifting away,
In that foggy face of numbness,
How can I breathe? When there is no air to soothe,
But a life of endless nights,

It beaks my heart to see the wind drifting away,
In this dark her drops of tears,
are nothing but lifeless words,
Oh! I see that snow far away from my book,

It breaks my heart to see the wind drifting away,
But the world know not of this fragile beauty,
Where she wept only to survive,
Unlike those who plays for endowing gold.....