Poetry night / Absolute destiny

I want to knit a firework into a dream with you again
In our old yard that already looks old
For neither you nor I have ever looked after her
I do not remember

Not that I do not want to
But it is sad to find time that does not also make my simple dream into a story
I do not understand, that's what you call self-esteem

Until the verse of the prayer of the blessed traveler you never admit
This Akhi is like a fairy tale that makes me understand why Cinderella should lose her glass shoes