. .. Want to know too much Want to know too much Are you the same as before? Or has changed a lot.
If it is still the first morning Cover the bath with pure flowers I used to think of worship in the house of Thakur Would like to know
Is it still late when I return home in the evening? How many eyes are filled with water?
Even if the night is niggood The autumn is left open beside the story I am crying and weeping at my heart Want to know too much ..