Like the autumn breeze, the flowers, the greenery and the tulip have passed, the spring bird has passed over the head of Gulshan and the plain, the spring bird is silent and heartbroken, sitting in the nest,
like the flowering branches, the flowers are falling from the wind of autumn to the sad Gulshan,
like the dark tears of the miserable, from the branches of the trees, the leaves are shaking,
you are my hope and my rest, you are my mist of the night, you are always my spring, in that beautiful autumn, I and you are drunk and maniacal .We sat next to each other,
the breeze of Mehregani was pouring flowers on the broken hair, the prosperity of the flowers was different from the color and smell of autumn, the spring and
the greenery had passed , where are my spring?? Spring from.... Where are you??
