The Gate کے بول

That mind, it is strange Adapt myself to the worst situation I grew control of myself, and also coming mad Phantom of past runs after coming as usual Tired of phantom, and accustomed to nihility I don’t understand his object What was that phantom But, For anything I care now I believe in myself now That blood, It’s strong Accustomed to pain, Feel no pain now I have nothing to go any place But keep on walking Adapt myself to this situation too I learned to ways of doing life, of unchanged time And imagined to any place I don’t understand his object What was that phantom But, For anything I care now I believe in myself now Phantom was out when I look back Change of scene when I look the front There was a gate there, Open it There is next world, Next pure life I don’t understand his object What was that phantom But, For anything I care now I believe in myself now