It's lonely.
When the birds has flown,
How can one get happiness in such silence?
When the bird has flown,
How can one get happiness for being alone?
When the birds has flown,
How can one get happiness with the empty nest?
When the birds has flown,
How can one get happiness in such a beautiful garden?
When the birds has flown,
How can one get happiness without the birds singing.
Learn to listen my friend,
Listen and waiting for the birds to come back.
