~~ While the dawn flashed Even rest of the friends went away Exhausted cigarettes were on the Ash Tray Evidence of the lost existence of
None didn't recall her, her words But everyone moved with his head Morning to evening, random Not remembering, wandering
How many people came within too many ways Again went through, anywhere Once I saw even they didn't come back anymore
At the late afternoon in the window of my gray days I remember some faces Mystic flowers remained prostrate in the dust of meandering ways
Came back and picked up her Loved, love Far away on the other end, rose up schematically with the seventh tunes of the guitar
None didn't recall, her words within the crowd of a thousand faces, In the counter path of the clock again I heard the song
The old song replaced by the new, morning shines with the new sun I hear the sounds of cry of a new baby Fungus has seen on the tape of the old cassette
You are captive within a dust covered album My friend, The lost spring, The richness of our love, As if I have left thousands of dreams
Intangible time passing gently with the tic tic of the timepiece As if I have passed on the fastest train Recognized the great known, unknown wilderness
I woke up, Saw On the one hand, your faded picture The other hand, holding hands of The New Stranger of time ~~ @Musfiq us shaleheen