The Journey...

My legs are tired while walking ..

 That the journey is not the end of life ..

 She snapped the arrow with her eyes ..

 The wound is such that it does not heal ..

 My destination was so long ago ...

 But no one gets to meet the fellow who walks along ..

 Whoever asked, said there is a straight path ..

 However, some steps turn ...

 Then, the path is not known at all ..

 Everyone is sitting in front of the arrow of beauty.

 The love of love is not there ..

 Everyone sees the street through which I pass.

 It is said that even if it is to be tried, it does not burn.