While I pack my bags for the trip
An exercise like a cloud that intends to discourage us from leaving
The emptiness of places makes us sad
It makes us feel unwanted
But the sky does and the earth responds
We are now in the last third of October
Winter is coming, but there is no smell
My neighbor says I look at the sky like a dove
The pigeon sees the peregrine falcon with its small eyes
The pigeon feels afraid and quickly enters his tower
That's what my neighbor said
But I want the cloud with the eye of the peregrine falcon
With eyeliner swooping, pouring
We are trying to catch a lost cloud
A cloud that wets our saliva and washes away the dust from our soul
As for you doing that, you have mercy on me
My imagination has always taken me to your blue river
I did not think of his name because I do not memorize names
I feel that foreign names have no tone
Maybe because I think about souls without calling them by name
Or maybe I'm getting old
Feeling this amount of sadness is painful
He hurts me
Just like the long winter night
Too long for pain
Cold winds are like sighs and thorns
Lovers are looking for a date and children are looking for a lullaby
As for strangers looking for a quiet corner
A corner immersed in darkness dispels the pain that stands in their eyes
In order to get through all of this
I have a desire to cry by the river
I don't know the address
But the people sitting on the edge of the river leave
I'm not good at sailing with the flow
I would like to become a flood with him and cross the dams
Leaving our collapse screaming, letting our pain drown
Here I go with you without you realizing my specter
A soul that is neither tired by distance nor discouraged by terrain
But it comes back to ignite the flame of yearning
I invited my heart to stand by my side
Calling him gives me peace and forgetfulness
But his pulse slows down and makes me absent
He is not ashamed of me when he is angry
It seems that many of those who hugged him have left
They always invite me to visit their places
Their shadow still makes my heart believe that they are talking to him
I wanted him to forget, or have fun, or go back to being a child
But he asks me about all of these
I have no answers
Ooooh, I can't ignore him
I couldn't be different from many
But I feel deep in my soul
My soul that flaps with heavy wings
Her fatigue hurts my body and my eyes cry for her
Oh, a name I don't know
Oh soul sending drops of dew
My eyelashes got wet and it seemed like they were drowning
Insomnia was not just a condition
Fatigue was not just weakness
The road was not just distances
The messages weren't just nostalgia
But oppression is thorns that grow with ferocity and persecution
Trying to disobey, preferring contemplation
Two immigration components and a paved road
We are leaving for Trafalgar in all clarity
Leaving ambiguity and perfection
Coming towards you, we call to you from far away with your flash
I can't imagine anything other than your smile, your calmness, and your music
And one morning we await your sunrise
You read our wishes, you open windows for them
Look into your eyes
And smile to light up again