Just when the evening is named
On the side of the blue path, the fragrance of the blue lotus
Scatterbrain; Even after leaving
The color of the afternoon stopped,
And the wood roses in my hand
Finding love
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From @emrankhan
Just when the evening is named
On the side of the blue path, the fragrance of the blue lotus
Scatterbrain; Even after leaving
The color of the afternoon stopped,
And the wood roses in my hand
Finding love