An acquaintance who was lost here in the previous life
I am writing his story in this life
He remained incomplete till now like the stories of the sea
It is a song which I could not complete with time
He is very restless because his throat is getting dry
That is why I am writing water as a friend of the river
He scatters like pearls
Sometimes like mercury
Is he the friend of a ship
Or some shore
I am writing the mark of the moment of meeting on the papers in the market where I met him suddenly
Every day he engages in sympathy with conflict
He is giving himself new congratulations in this way
While walking continuously or climbing stairs
I am writing all the flow in his name
A sweet pain-like thing
I have started to feel like this
It was the echo of the heart
Now it is coming on the lips
He is poor but his style of giving is different
That is why I am writing the capital of my creation
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 鈽猴笍馃檹 
