City

So I don't know the etiquette of this city

If the flower cries, consider it funny

Wherever you can find your destiny

Otherwise, consider comfort as a rarity

The fire of sorrow is not in tears

Think of dry eyes as my waterless eyes

Don't call the river itself a wandering dam

Think of the sandy beach as a flood of thirst

This is also for the sake of getting acquainted

Think of Rosen Dar as a dreamer

Now Faraz is looking at the shores of hope

Think of the boat that was the heart as drowning