The vision is borne .. Hope is translated

Losing beyond fingers .. rampant in the heart of longing .. and do not calm down .. He has the pain of the lost .. and the nostalgia of the lost .. a stitches of disobedience to the Sunnah of the wool .. to gather them .. in the loss .. the loss is broken .. the one until the end of it .. his eyes are two personalities Towards the road .. He hopes that they will not return except with a sure death ... in the loss .. The palms are related to the sky ... fires are burning in the chest ... and we hold hope a lot of responsibility