I went out looking for myself with friends
Destinations keep changing along the routes
Remember he comes to me with complete references
Like the smell of dust comes with the rains
The story of love is just that
It also changes with the seasons
The night was left but the moon fell asleep tired
Waking up with my wishes
Everything in the world has been forgotten
I also put the grief of love in the niche with the books
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The story of love is just that It also changes with the seasons' - Love doesn't change with seasons, and promiscuity do.