Anytime I travel more than 100
kilometers
But this particular girl
Is fond of finding me
In case, she doesn’t find me this
time
If anything happens to me
Find the man called ‘death’
Kill him, and don’t miss the burial
But this is inevitable
One day I will close these eyes
Never to open them again
I will sleep and be eased of all
worries
I’m used to getting lost
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