Sometimes they stopped, sometimes they went

Sometimes they stopped, sometimes they went

Sometimes they got lost while walking

He spent his whole life the same

Suffer the hardships of life

Sometimes in sleep, sometimes in consciousness

Seeing you where you found me

Neither sight nor tongue moved

They passed with their heads bowed

Sometimes on the nose, sometimes on the eyes

Sometimes your senses on existence

Which was like in my book

All those poems were scattered

I remember once having one

But today we are separate

When they parted, they went to sleep

When we were separated, we were scattered

Sometimes on the throne sometimes on the floor

Sometimes with them, sometimes with them

Thank you grief

Where did we go?