~~ I'm going but coming to you again when the train of love begins to start then I found myself in love and live such a bond that bound you to stand beneath the tree
I'm coming but going to you again when my soul never found any goal looking for a heart that flies like a bird as a little bit of anguish which distinguished me without you
If I had not taken birth in this earth, I could not love as long as I expect you that grew in me an old empty silent tree even that never been free from hot dust that always made a long thirst even alone but still belongs in the heart of mine
my darling! you know this is nostril where I'm drilling, going but coming back to home again to tell unspoken words which above all the intolerance of in the desert burning grains