but not yet endless off guard waves

Beautiful mega sky reddish afternoon passed without saying goodbye
saturated old people start helplessly holding paddles
fragile ark,
Your sweat falls like nothing
pursue life as limited as you wish,
glazed adzan has not passed the view but not yet tilted
off guard the waves as a chance

Prostrate stare, expect Nirvana,
the seagull boisterous style is extinct
swallowed by the twilight,
the paddle of the ark was not extinguished in the middle of the dark, only friends of the mute who enveloped the body
your old age, in the corner of the eastern horizon you continue to fantasize
blank.

Distance by distance starts then every inch for killing time-longing, no
know this fortune is not enough or not, but your smile seems to cover that burden cruel to go through.

Tonight you hold your eyes so that tomorrow is not on past by dew.
The ark is lined up with the divine universe of witnesses.