The river of kindness is not kindness, it is not kindness , the cloud of sorrow is everywhere, it is not a sky full of flowers, it is not a garden and a spring (Lyrics and Song by IranSong) Hearts are full of resentment, it is nothing but dust, it is not a garden and a spring, it is not a garden and a spring,
when the sorrow of the heart is filled with cries, the butterfly dried up from the branches of Hami, when it smiled, amber, it became my housemate, helplessness, where the sun is not warm. The pain of the time is not ashamed The
moonlight is lonely, my moonlight is not my moonlight in the chest of the heart, my impatient is not my impatience I am with the grips, in the corner of loneliness, in my breast, the suffering of patience in acquaintances, the unfamiliarity, the peace of existence, in the unaddresses
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river of kindness has dried up, it is not kindness, the cloud of sorrow has taken from all sides, the sky is not full of flowers, gardens and spring. Lyrics and Song by IranSong ) Hearts are full of resentment, it has become nothing but dust, it is not a garden or a spring, it is not a garden and a spring,
when the sorrow of the heart is with my cries, the butterfly dried up from the branches of Hami, when it smiled, amber, it became my housemate, helplessness where the sun is not warm, the pain of the time has no shame, the
moonlight is lonely, my moonlight is not my moonlight in the chest of the heart, my impatient is impatient I am not with the grips, in the corner of loneliness, in my breast, the suffering of patience in acquaintances, unfamiliarity, the peace of existence, in the unknowns
