÷ My life passed by Nazanin gone Filling out of my land and no longer returned The flower of sadness in me I desperate. With her shadow, I say my story All the night I am waiting for her. I say I say happiness to myself
It came back, it came back to sadness. It would not come back It came back, no longer coming to the night. I went and no longer returned The sad flower in me frustrated with him With his shadow, I say my story All the night all night waiting I am sitting in the fall. I am restless Monism I only dream of his dream Come, came back. Sadness no longer persistent Come back, come back, no longer coming to night Comes. Dear, I have gone to my dear scent A sea full of hopes of the happiness of the star of my star End of Sadness of Autumn Good Spring Spring Spring Spring
