I am still old, I still smell of you, I am still your shadow, I still remember your hair, I still remember you, I remember you, I am the only friend in the corner, I am the last voice of my lover, I am the flower of this autumn, I am tired of this wound, if you do not close your head, you are the only pure balm blessed except you and me, who thinks of hatred of the garden like a shadow, the continuation of the lamp like the narrow sorrow of the evening like Syrian Wednesday, the hot heat except you, who remembers the paddy field except you, who Worthy of spring except you, who is like the dear shore of the sea?
