I want to fly with faith

A whimsy comes and gathers
I want to fly with faith
From one river to another,
How many flowers have floated,
Moving forward with many mistakes.
Time will run according to his rules
You misunderstand me
Valuable time passes,
Our time was running out,
Now it's just a matter of time.

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That goes with the whistle in the Baishakhi air
There is a deep sigh
Goodbye at the end,
Talk to you soon and keep up the good content.