A wandering ray came to my door last night
That is why I have woven this song of light
I have fought so many wars with darkness so far
I have attached this sweat like a gem
With this weaving, I have felt as if I have adorned the sweetest song
Be it grass or dew, both are lovely to me
With the greenery, life seems unique
How will it seem appropriate to be bound by roses now?
Because I have touched the faithfulness
As soon as I stepped on the stairs,
I felt like this,
Pain is my life's friend or my relative
Yes, it kept wishing me well like this
If it is a song, then I have heard its humming again
Yes, the river stopping is not pretense or acting
The words written on the margins are not persuasion
The sunlight that came very slowly up to the stairs
became the sun and I treated it with it
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
