my DESIrous life

The silence of impatience, of longing, is a strange sort of melody.
Experience it and see, every breath you draw is a shock to you.
No matter how much you comprehend it, you can never understand it fully.
Life is a confluence of joy and grief.

Sometimes it's autumn, sometimes it's the rainy season.
This season comes and goes.
Sometimes you laugh, and sometimes you weep.
Sometimes you must laugh, sometimes you have to cry.
Life is a confluence of joy and grief.

There are compulsions in life, there are worldly customs to follow.
There are days of loss and of gain, there are promises and oaths to be kept.
And there's a nameless longing that fills each moment.
Life is a confluence of joy and grief.

Someone sleeps beneath his beloved's scarf, someone's heart longs for what he can never have.
Despair might bloom like sunshine, and love may shower down like rain.
Sometimes there's pain, and perhaps it can be soothed.
Life is a confluence of joy and grief.

Memories of past moments torture us.
They come in the form of a shadow, like a shadow they depart.
It's a world of loneliness.
Life is a confluence of joy and grief.

Sometimes it's autumn, sometimes it's the rainy season.
Life is a confluence of joy and grief...