Remember evening

When is the beauty of love?

 What happens to a million butterfly dead candles?

 The job of a fisherman is this morning and evening

 Someone is imprisoned, someone is released

 When it comes to fragrance loyalty

 When the flower separates from the flowers

 When I confiscate it, I die in the cage

 When I sigh, the hunter gets angry

 There is blood of dead desires till dawn

 The evening promise that he is bound to henna

 When I see the moon, I remember what it is

 The moon when the moon appears at night