From you to my desolation, from you to breaking the boundaries of distance, in a catastrophe, the sound of closing
for the banquet of love , if the night is not a song, if the light is a mirror to the mirror , if it is not a flower, if it is not a flower, I
have a basket of Raziqi for the gold of your hands , I have the best heart in the world for love,
I am afraid of the cruelty of the night, it is not the night, I am afraid of the nostalgia of tomorrow, I am afraid of the night of death, I am afraid of the burial of the moons, it is a
share of the return of man . Be a part of Gods return, a share of my ascension