The flower in front of you, O my flower, is no longer a spectator, the shame of your flower, O soul, this is the place of the margins, your lips are like a smile, as if you are
laughingThe dawn of the eyes of the sky is like your eyes, O mist of the star, the flower in front of you is no longer a spectator, the shame of the flower of your flower, O soul, this is a marginal place, come, I see in the face of the glory of the moon, I see in the shadow of the hair of Tosham, I see without magic, I see in the shadow of the hair of
Tosham, I see without magic, a hundred wishes in my heart , you were a ship and a butterfly. Doctor of the heart, but this heart is a spectator of the flower in front of me, my flower is no longer a spectator, the shame of your flower, O soul, this is the place of the margin, the flower in front of me is no longer a spectator , the shame of the flower of your flower, O soul, this is the place of the margin.
