The moon is like a heavenly pampering, it is as if the heart and the heart is not loved, what should I do with the complaints, what should I do with the springless flower, what should I do in the wanderings of love, what should I do with the fragrance of
that black hair, the green leaf of my dervish heart, what should I do that the red bud of your lips in the blooming of the flower of my fire,
in your eyes is nothing but a flower, there is no excuse , not even a branch without youth, what should I do that the storyteller of your stories is always in love It is not
the moon of the moon of the moon of the moon of the
moon
My dervish, what should I do that the red bud of your lips in you is the flower of my fire,
in your eyes there is no excuse but a flower, there is not even a branch without a youth, what should I do that the storyteller of your stories is not always love, the moon is like a heavenly pampering, it is as if you are a lover, you are a lover, you are like a lover, you are like a celestial love, you are like a
celestial pamperer, you are a celestial pampering, you are a celestial pamperer.What should I do with the flowers of the priceless flowers, what should I do in the wanderings of love, what should I do with the love of Vafa Alley?
