Brain Yourself As If Beating The Walls

From the hand of a love, my eyes became abran,
Even if I die with my troubles, there is no one who asks about me.
Nobody understood, the minimum got tired,
A day has passed from life, and today is evening.

It was a well as if it had swallowed the dragon,
As your roses bloom only for me,
You were the storm, cascading in the rivers with your gaze,
Brain yourself as if beating the walls.