Love in the form of a birds flight, love, the dream of a deer, my thirsty pilgrim, under the rain of love, a blue but deadly spring, I will die from this poisoned water, but the one who is dead from love until the Day of Judgment is alive at any moment, I will die from this poisoned water, death, love to be the same as the peak of your flight, which give me the meaning of love, my friend of lies, leave this voice to the grave of stories, call my name from the depths of the night. Lip to the wall to be alive, be my last reason, be me , be the seed of the cry of the good soil of my land, be the dawn of honesty, my rebellion, be awake, be love, cross the border of existence, death was the beginning of the story , I set out, dont say that the one who is loyal was not in love like us , I set out, dont say that it is early, but the one who loves has never died.
