From whom the bell tolls?

They two both with broken soul

When the heartbeats dried and froze

He shouted her not to go.

But, he could not see her anymore.

Not a story or poetry

It is actually an era of them

The fate never says sorry

To whom he attacked with his hands..

Not She is a flawless girl

But a kind-hearted one

And he is the boy at anywhere

Where she make breathings, a second

When the love makes them enchanted

With her pleasant touches

The fate makes them haunted

With his arms strong and rough…

Now he is alone on the run

With the depression and Solitary

Will he get up high again?

And what is the necessity?

She will be in the heaven

Looking down the point of him

She will drop the words for a poem

And will make her lover win.

That’s we all are believing

He is now looking up ..

She is now looking down

When the two eyes, in contact

There will be a song

Where the word Long Live belongs.

Thwe Thwe