One ray will weigh heavily on the darkness of the seal

The night is theirs but the morning will be ours

The magic will come from this ratio As much as it will be heavy on the sick at night

What you get from grief to grief in the form of Dahar must have been photographed by the heart

On this side too a fragrant breeze O Sabato will make that hair beautiful

In the subcontinent let's meet in the grass let's cry here the dream will be somewhere in the spring

The smell of the grass fades from the soil until we are terrified of the fall