When the autumn breeze blows, the flowers, greenery, and tulips pass, the spring
bird sits silent and heartbroken in the nest, like the branches
full of flowers , the flowers fall, from the cold wind of autumn to the sad Gulshan,
like the dark tears of the miserable, from the branches of the trees, the leaves
tremble
, you are my hope and rest, you are my dark night, you are always my spring, in that beautiful autumn, my and you are drunk. And we sat next to each other, the breeze of
Mehregani was pouring flowers on your broken hair, the prosperity of the flowers was different from the color and smell of autumn, the spring had reached the plain of spring and greenery, where are you my spring , where are you
