Are you want to be my sky?
The cloud that makes me feel like a decoration.
Will you be my river?
Whose intensive decoration will be blessed by the flow of an unknown destination on an unknown destination.
Will you be my ass
Whoever delves into the trap of Maya, will forget all reality.
Will you be my grave?
Where the cool breeze of peace will flow in the breathlessness of my restlessness.
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