Long at heart and a period to which fall into oblivious
Don't know where and where
is only kept quiet by which have old have a nest
And just heart which is always remember it
Sprinkling irrigate and night wind sweep
Making many sweet dreams
And far there, long planted at a is dusky
All is black , but memory always at heart
Remember it is make pain
But sometime make spurious happy
Only night which is devoted always,
Accompanying, all dreams
and Hum night, always there is
At any time elapsing
And liver which long
And desire to always together
29 October 2011
Ayar Adsa