The moonlight shines , the moonlight is not bright, it suddenly breaks the sleep in someones eyes , but the sadness of this sleeper breaks a few dreams in my eyes.
Worry with me, Master Sahar. In the morning, he wants to bring me his blessed breath, but the news. It is a thorn in the liver, but it breaks through this journey.
The thinness of the body of the stalk that I killed and gave to my soul is water. Oh hesitation! It breaks into the bromine.
I reach out to open a door. I will step on it in vain if it comes to anyones door. Their cluttered doors and walls break down on me. The moonlight shines, the light left by the
smallpox leg is long on the tail of the village, a lonely man carrying a backpack on his shoulder on his hand at the door, he says to himself: The sadness of this sleeper breaks a few dreams in my eyes.
