The voice of the wind is like a wild horse

The voices of the winds hoarse

But there are singing summer thunderstorms...

I've written everything,

but not the destiny of yours...

I have no choice, just to confess

In the deepest inner deliverance...

I have no choice, but let you go

We used to have a strong resemblance

of the Soul,

now it's the biggest difference...

Still remembering who you are,

I could almost lose my mind:

How to convey your weightless trail

Through the rhyming words of mine?

How to convey the nerves sway

Or a sudden tender touch of yours?..

How to convey your multiple roles

In my loving worlds?..

Maybe, it used to be

One of the strongest connections.