Went out searching for someone, And found you in the monsoon rain. It was a dream of a few days, a love of a few days, A few days of rain, a few days of greenery. Then again, that scorching sun was in my fate, Again, that same restlessness was in my heart. I'm just passing through this heat, waiting for the rain. If we are meant to meet, we will meet again — Or perhaps, there'll be a dagger with it next time.