How far?

How long will my wound bleed?

And life passes me by like autumn with dry leaves?

And the worries in my heart play between my fingers over the wound

Day after day and the years pass like ghosts?

Flowing like waves above me like a leafy desert tree

And if my sun rises, the clouds come

My wounds have become like letters and rhymes?

And the days and nights are filled with musical instruments in the years

On the tips of my feet I walk barefoot

In streets full of fear I take risks

On the banks of rivers I remember tragedies

As was the bleeding heart wound

Among the dark nights active with fears

My love, when will I find you asleep?

When will all my lies end?

When will I see the clouds gathering on me?

No sadness, my love, to make you sad?

This sadness is enough for my sadness