अन्तिम सिरानी
म त्यो ठाउँ जाँदै छु,
जहाँ म निदाउने छु।
त्यो क्षणको प्रतीक्षामा छु,
जब साँच्चै रात हुनेछ।
म त्यो हुल बटुल्दै छु,
मेरो गन्तव्यका
अन्तिम साथीहरू।
म त्यो रुख हुर्कने
प्रतीक्षामा छु,
जुन एक दिन
मेरो अन्तिम सिरानी हुनेछ।
म त्यो ठाउँ जाँदै छु,
जहाँ म निदाउने छु।
त्यो क्षणको प्रतीक्षामा छु,
जब साँच्चै रात हुनेछ।
म त्यो हुल बटुल्दै छु,
मेरो गन्तव्यका
अन्तिम साथीहरू।
म त्यो रुख हुर्कने
प्रतीक्षामा छु,
जुन एक दिन
मेरो अन्तिम सिरानी हुनेछ।
Once, there was a beautiful lie—
Vivid colors, pure illusion.
Once, there was a lie,
No colors… only confusion.
I saw, I felt—but it was never there,
Or maybe I was the one who was never here.
Believe me, I know how beautiful it was,
Because I believed I was there.
Handsomely crafted dreams,
A beautifully carved path—
I walked and walked, I never stopped,
Yet I never reached the end… but it was over.
What a beautiful dream. What a wonderful lie.
Now there’s no pain left to save myself.
Numb to feel, I fell so hard—
But there’s no pain left to save myself.