he loved me

He loved me as if I was his soul that never cries, his soul was eroded, and it was about to be extinguished, that poor man did not know that my hands gave it to him as a light.

Every time it went out I would knock on its door and sing a song for it, I was helpless, I was maybe the raindrop that he doesn't see, hanging on me and he doesn't see me, maybe it's a bird that lives in the whole country, maybe the air is all, a bird and the moon and a long night, do you console him with a balcony carrying Eternal flowers?!

You, my bird, are simply creeping into me, like that scar that I tried to hide from my soul, but, in vain.