The cold of night, when every body sleeps in the realm of dreams. There is a heart waking in anxiety. He comes while crawling and falling in submissiveness.
There was nothing he could do but wash his entire body with water to purify. Then with his stammer, he came. She spread a love carpet. He stood up while mentioning the sentence of love. Nothing he ignored except to just enjoy the moments of lovemaking with her lover.
He devotes all sighs and regrets to his folly. Until the tears can no longer be contained in the dam and fall into the sea of complaints.
You look at the face of this face when the water splashed. Nothing else was stuck in the complainant's lips. You greeted and you embraced this piece of heart in a bow of prostration.
I see corals in the ocean off gradually eroded with water. I hope so with the corals in this soul.
So hard that teardrops incessantly erode. It erodes the sense of ego, the sense of ubub, the stinginess, and the arrogance, which has become a rock in the ocean of the soul.
Until the days seemed to be separated from the questions of the essence of the heart and life. When this heart pursues its vulnerability arrogantly.
Until the Light comes and penetrates the narrowness of the heart. In your Thirtieth night education. Because you are the owner of the kingdom of every human heart.