I reached the strangeness of the rain from the sound of your crying , I saw that your eyes are the same color as a garden, in the sunset of autumn , like me, full of an old pain, with you, the
smell of kagel and soil , the fragrance of the alley, the damp garden, comes alive with you, the smell of dust and rain , the perfume of an old rose, you come alive
like a small town, I still make memories for me, I still remember the innocent qibla, your need is like the memory of my game.In the old and dusty alleys, I am still dear to me, and the purity of
your eyes is the continuation of the sunset, the sunset of the tired city, I refreshed the old ones in your eyes, you are like a passing bridge, the dawn of distant peaks like flowers, the love of dew and light,
with you the smell of kagel and soil , the fragrance of the damp garden alley,
comes alive with you, the smell of soil and rain , the perfume of an old rose, your voice comes alive,
the sound of playing in the full alleys. The dust of the moment of running and the fear of escaping The story of yesterdays happiness is like a mirage for me like a mirage.
