I dont know of a place in the garden of roses in the sky of stars
that dont show you
Your date of birth in my account book
at night when I close my eyes and you dont let me sleep again Your
picture shines strangely in my eyes
Im crazy God knows I wish He would forgive me
in the summer A sunny breeze in the winter
You are the one that is not expensive It is easy for me
when I am in the sky You are on the ground road The
problem is because My dear, wherever you are, dear, your
long and long journey may be safe, God
is unaware of me and you have left me, but not you, you are innocent, the
price of your pampered gaze is very much like honesty,
like being good, you are hard to prove your friendship
in June, the lilac flower in November, the flower of Maryam,
what a beautiful torture you are inflicting on me and you, little by little,
what an understanding you are wise, my heart is sane and crazy
in me, your hand is your eyes, this is the last excuse
in your heart, once upon a time. One day, like a crystal,
sometimes a pill of fish, one day, a piece of light,
you are bored, you say two or three sentences, sometimes
but if you dont want to, you dont even take a look,
because the sunset itself is very beautiful,
what can I say, famine is a word, whatever it is,
I put your cute picture in the white corner of the office
so that no one can see it anymore, it is better
to be less like a strange sky, a blue night, a red night,
but whatever color Be me and you dont love you will ever
be a sea tomorrow, but like a mountain, be
whatever you want to be, wherever you are, with glory, full
of your beautiful name, the page of my book, the
same number of names as you, but you gave my torment,
at least it was good that you did me a favor and wrote to me
, the meaning of your words was that you are obedient to
the fate of my heart and I gave it to you as a souvenir
, it is not worth it, take it, I know I love it. When it
rains, my eyes are wet with your love
, my heart writes for you, as Sohrab says, under the rain,
my only wish is that I have not forgotten, by the way,
I wish you would tell me one day that I am what you wanted.
