Bathe in the morning light

*Bathe in the morning light, let your four wheels take you far once again.
Eyes soaked in rain gaze at the railing, searching for melodies lost in the rain.
The call of the forgotten sparrow whispers, "Let it go, let it fly away."
This time, learn to love yourself, come what may.**

**Bathe in the morning light, let your four wheels take you far once again.
Eyes soaked in rain gaze at the railing, searching for melodies lost in the rain.
The bottle vendor's distant cry murmurs, "Let it go, let it fade away."
This time, learn to love yourself, come what may.**

**This isn’t the tale of a grave; in the living chaos of traffic blooms the last rose.
You’ve walked countless times but never noticed how dusk silently grows.
The call of the bicycle you let go whispers, "Let it go, let it fly away."
This time, learn to love yourself, come what may.**

**Rest your head on the worn-out seat of the rushing minibus again.
Taste the joy of life in a humble plate of dahi phuchka, feel alive again.
The call of the forgotten sparrow whispers, "Let it go, let it fly away."
This time, learn to love yourself, come what may.**