Boredom and Peace کے بول

Another boredom and Peace of the noon. Wasting it all away, yawning. The pet shop on the roof, The shout of the kids. Old people waiting on the bench. Alone, to the department store, I go for a walk. 'Cause I had nowhere else to go I bought a shirt after a long time, And the saleswoman Was a beauty. Such a trifling happiness, I have to go on living gathering them up, and collecting. Whether I should call it boredom Or Peace, I guess it's up to me. Like a hamster Moving around in a cage. My peaceful days. If I should get used to the smallness I know I will Never get out of here