Traveler
Patience is a sun hidden in my garden
If I could see your face the whole universe is equal to it
If I could go after the humble
Maybe the fire on my tongue would go out
My wings are a thin shoot
Chain hit every yesterday one day
My burnt tongue at every stage
What is possible to find my direction
A lost traveler
Its pearl is flame, its wind is elgin
A rope tied to your fingers
If it dissolves, it burns for the river
Thick every bit
Her hands are blind, her direction is venereal
Every letter void in this land
My wandering blind into a river
Patience is a sun hidden in my garden
If I could see your face the whole universe is equal to it
If I could go after the humble
Maybe the fire on my tongue would go out
My wings are a thin shoot
Chain hit every yesterday one day
My burnt tongue at every stage
What is possible to find my direction
A lost traveler
Its pearl is flame, its wind is elgin
A rope tied to your fingers
If it dissolves, it burns for the river
Thick every bit
Her hands are blind, her direction is venereal