We walked together hand in hand through the end of the long corridor of the hut.
The girl in my dream, is she well now.
The girl in my dream, is the reality the same.
I can't remember what you looked like in your dream, but I remember you smiling.
I can't remember the clothes in your dream, but I remember your tenderness.
But that should be you?
It should be you!
I can't touch your body temperature in the dream.
It's not possible to find you in reality!
Dreaming of your place, that sheltered harbor, this place only I know, only I need.
Dream girl, you are a reality that I will never wake up, a dream that does not want to stop.
Dream girl, you must have a watery face, looking back at the hearts of the smile.
You know the human heart, know the world. But you do not want to come to this world to accompany me on a trip.
You know how long the night is and how short the day is. But you don't know what you've been through and what you're going to do.
Once upon a time, where are you, and how will we meet in the future ............
Dreaming of you, do you know how to miss.? "You in my dreams", I will miss.
"I swear, since I saw your face, the world has become hypocritical and illusory. The gardens too are confused, not knowing what is a leaf and what is a flower. Birds are also distracted, not knowing which is food and which is bait" - Rumi's poem.
On this early morning of your departure,
the birds came and the flowers bloomed!
I just realized.
The birds came for you, the flowers bloomed for you!