I have heard a lot of music and painful melodies in the realm of music;
Which is not yours That tune in my childhood
You played, which still is today
The echoes are deep in the unity of the heart.
You are lonely, lonely, empty; Inside two eyes
We went to our destination at noon, shaking our throats.
What a long way you might be in the city
Reach the unknown path,
I was a teenager,
I look at you wisely,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem