Now they have you anymore, my heart is captive to impossible dreams, the dust behind the glass says that you are gone, but my heart still does not believe it, now what patience
is the way in my heart, I wish you were patient and saw what my life whistles and the
furnace of the sky is away from your sadness , now it is raining day and night, it is no longer in the mind of Khayaboon, it leaves me alone, the
memory wraps around my body like an ivy, I am tired , I have no more words, my heart is solitude. I tied it up.
