These days, the city of love is the most empty city of God The dagger is even in the shadows of the shadows When Atefeh is easy to buy The meaning of the word of love is more empty than the wind But I am the last love of the world Fish left to my sea That is dearer than my life again I need my only tone of dressed but my hand is tired and wounded in your hand I have been found to be the foundation of this world I was here to lose and overwhelmed you
