Our roof is both a roof, our walls are a wall, a sky is a spring, but our hearts are two hands apart , our cries are in our throats, our laughter is silent,
I couldnt recognize you, you are still like a mystery in an inscription that is always with me, but you are still a stranger to me,
we can call the sun from behind the clouds, we cant make spring acquainted with the tired earth, we
cant.Both night and crying, your pain is my pain, say it is sad, say it is time to say that our hatred cannot break this silence, people will shout from the silence of someone.
