This day is everyones habit of going and heartbreaking, the pain is over, the
lover is sitting at someones feet,
this day the childrens homework is a
round page on the mirrors, only the sadness of life
, this day the pain of the lover, only the sorrow of not seeing, the
problem of the stars, a little starring,
this day, Goldonas work is more dewful, the wish of the
anemone is to become a pigeon one night,
this day our sky is full of broken wings,
the place of your lovers gaze is open in the house,
this day work People took a pure heart and
then took it and handed it over to someone else, this day peoples
work is waiting, the
simplest excuse is that they didnt know each other,
this day the understanding of lovers, grief and infidelity
, the crime of all of them is just the joy of getting acquainted,
this day in each cage, one or two canaries,
the sadness of the canary in the night, the sorrow of the canary in the sleep of the house,
this day, everyones eyes are drowning in need and dew
on the cheeks of every lover, a few drops of rain of grief,
this day, the child came The game of the wheel and the wheel of
our hearts like the sea, full of scratches and cracks,
these days, the habit of complaining, death, and making excuses
, the work of peoples eyes drives the heart crazy,
this day, the work of our dreams, building a house out of oregano, the
sign of the butterfly, our life, and
losing this day, our only thing, maybe the dead bird,
the clean roof of the sky, the stars,
these days, people no longer have a place in their hearts
, people no longer see a drop of the sea in their hearts,
this day the carpet of the alley. In the longing of a passerby,
wherever someone waits for the arrival of a passenger,
this day no traveler returns home, tired
eyes remain closed forever,
these days the stories are all heart-wrenching stories,
in short, everyones words are filled and they dont stay, this day peoples
pain is only the sadness of no one,
their life is the result of regret and regret,
this day our happiness is not behind the fog, the
work is finished, the poets are just songs,
this day is pain. People have an umbrella in the rain,
wet eyes and waters are in sync with the river,
these days, friends are no longer honest with each other, once in
each others lives, they leave each others
hearts, this day is hard and stoned
, only in paintings, the world is beautiful and colorful,
this day the crime of love is the city of selling hearts, the
solution is just to sit and burn at the feet of an eye,
the name of the flower these days no one knows anymore,
but you are here as long as you want. This day is a great opportunity
for love, the
wounds of the stars, the thirst for despair, the ointment,
this day, our tears are the only remedy, the
only refuge for people, photos of souvenirs,
this day, the season of homesickness, love and awakening, madness,
hatred, the gardens, waiting for a rain,
this day, my good friends lose each other, they
sacrifice their pure and simple hearts for people,
these days, people lurking behind the mask of the window
, you see less of the person who will forever Waiting,
our people get used to each other only quickly,
they really observe my infidelity and goodness, it
is true that here everyone does not like autumn, when autumn comes, they
step on its leaves,
but maybe they have a wet hatred in life,
they have some sorrows and a sadness and impossible wishes,
this day we should all be neighbors for each other,
at night we should be a little worried about the neighbors child,
then Again, people fold their hands, they bear the
pain of purple and tolerate each
other, if we help each other, life will be spectacular, they
will stay on the pledge, good friends forever,
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