Instead of the non-ancient dreams which I collected under the pillow,
Dreamer passed by sprinkling a little dreams without me
However mornings remained robbers at the night endings,
And how much do the deaf sleepings coast us at the drow backing of eyes.
How many rattles of hard rain did he come to your heart's window without me,
Was very talkative nobody touched his timid palms,
At the top of a ownerless lighting rod,
I don't know how many mistakes without you.
I feel myself look like a tired tear,
At the eyelashes called love..
Just to spite you I never fall into the corridors of your dreams...
Desert parchs my familiar mirages at the shadow of feet...
Such a sun, surround you and me
At my voyager sentence..
That if you're love,
Melts in my snow-glanced eyes,
Last sentence of your heart..
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Such a sun, surround you and me At my voyager sentence.