When you went on a trip, the sea of ghazal dried up, the garden of the story was full, the sky sank, when you went on a trip, when you went on a trip, crying became a habit of the night, every window became dark, sadness became the story of the night, when you went on a trip, the world stopped, when you traveled, every moment and everywhere , I am waiting, but maybe when
you come back, when you come home, it will wake up with flowers, from the visit of thorns on every wall. When you come back, dear, I will sprout again, spring
arrives, it is as if when you come back, when you come back , I will get new life, I will not stay in vain, I will not die in vain, when you come back, when you come back
, I will not die in vain, when you come back, I will
not die in vain, when you come back, the world stopped,
when you traveled , at any moment and everywhere , I am waiting, but maybe. That you come back
