Why i don't hear the voice of the mirror, Why you still calling me even in the fear. The love is like that what is fake or fact , Might in the delusion of the world we are playing an act. The leaves of the trees falls one by one, Some fade for a year some wait for some one . But we all have to fall one day, Living the branches with bud of hopes someday. Sink in the Depth of the tranquality with smile. We have to be the sheaves of the fossils regarding of style. We will Be the mix where we came from. And End of the earthly relation to whom i was some. Farewell with the tears and pray, Earthly clotes in the coffin all vision is gray. We will be watching who will cry, Who make eyes wet or hard dry. We will be free from the prison of the body. Or flutter our wing knock the door of the hell or heaven ? When we will enter the gate we will reboot our brain memory, Remember last time all the people or Wishing for somebody. We will be Omen we will be graven .