It is getting late, please come quickly.

The sun is sleeping.
Now listen to my heart's desire.

This coming of mine is for a few days only
my smiles and cries
are also but for some nights.

I keep doing the same work every day.
Tell me what the reality is.
With what an excuse do You make me work?

The moonlight shines for a short time only.
The fragrance of flowers lasts but for a fraction of seconds.

These are just excuses of Yours for avoiding me.

Why did You bring me into the crowd?
Please explain this to me.