Cloudy

Today is a sad day; the clouds fill with water, and the sky wants to cry.

Today is a sad day, a day of winds, of dreams blown in the air.

Distance is morphine for those who feel pain.

And today, I don't want to remember how sad pain is.

Paint me to make me eternal; see me as the quay sees the moonlight.

The road fades as I pass by.

And the return is an illusion, it is the scream of my vision, it is the oasis of the wanderer.

For a long time, I waited for our love to awaken.

Because the end does not send it away; it only makes it fall asleep.

Because the end is the child of distance, it is the one who brought the resonance of your voice bidding farewell; it is the one who laments

for love retracting itself.