The only weather in love is the weather of the bahars
How do people change like the weather
Then after that the process of stereotype,
Only a few are outside.
Laughed, you smiled, laughed, the bright lines of stars laughed
The smiling people who smiled at you, laughed at the gestures of the beats
The Gulbadad, which never went out to tour a Sahara
So, the wind will come out with you.
Can not close the door
The mind has to blow me out.
