They call me king, They call me a minister and I don't have a kingdom or a queen to share the kingdom
I don't have a relationship to care for, a relationship that will break
I am hanging like a swing without anything to support in the air
There is no water in the rocky stones
The soul has no kindness on me
Wishes and Lust have no shame
You don't have a chance to live your wishes
There is no cure for this situation at this moment
They call me king, They call me a minister and I don't have a kingdom or a queen to share the kingdom
The moon has clouds that look for it every night
The flower and fragrance complement each other together
The little plants that climb up to look for branches for the hope of growth
I don't have anything to look for me
Not sure the purpose the almighty created me
For what reason, my thoughts are wandering with sadness
The next part starts with an optimistic response from his match with a distance
You will find your kingdom and your queen and a prince for you
You are looked up with respect and your purity to worship so I am staying away at a distance
Why are you sad, You have a history in this world
Keep Going!!!
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