I long to know more about you and understand you. Understand what erupts in your mind when in the morning you silently hear a world coming alive. I need to know why I lose your gaze into the distance when a red sunset breaks through hollow talk and empty words. I want to know what lives inside you when you go quiet. But the mask conceals the horizon and knowing-how-to-answer disguises questions beneath the weight of silent convention. Is there anything else? Or are the shared dreams nothing but an echo of who you were? I'm searching for a way to draw near to you with no pretense but to know who you are now that you're letting me go.
I don't see any Bengali text to translate in your message. You've written only the word "Search."
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