O Creator of My Every Story
This is me, this is you.
Wound my heart
This is me, this is you.
Every moment is separate from you for me.
Pisces and Sali
I scream with every breath
Your place is empty
I also love to pamper you
Cut off from everyone because of you
I just saw you
I also love to wait.
Hearing the sound of your footsteps from the alley
I just saw you
Youre in that high cloud
Your hands are healing.
On that Nuri beach
Every wave prostrates itself before you.
In the Green Season of Love
That every flower has spring from you
If you dont caress
Greenflower, Thistle
