The umbrella laid without being raised the sounds of the rain were dancing a waltz because i want that feeling on the shoulder, I closed my eyes To the extent that it's cold, the temperature i felt was surely like the blue flame burning in my chest (not) too late, too late, too late say "I still love you" those common words, i can't convey, i can't deliver, to your back the wish I've already cried out too, was washed away by the rain, until it becomes forgotten The roses had stopped falling, hadn't they the sweet pain left in the memories there aren't supposed to be things that are "late" because I advanced forward again I forget the fragance left in my palm, but before that I'll rewrite even that plot (not) too late, too late, too late again, if i wished for it, I'll get hurt, the tears won't stop I know, I know, my weakness but the fact that I've touched you, and even the passed seasons, i don't want them to be meaningless You know, I can't count the things I received from you at the very least I want to be by your side, in my memories erase the sadness, erase the love I wonder if i can be at ease, I wonder if i can forget (not) too late, too late, too late say "I still love you" those common words, I can't convey, i can't deliver them to your back the wish I've already cried out too, finally becomes a rainbow, until the light shines on it
وآتركوآ لي دروساً أخرى مطبوعه بآلألم , لآ بُد لي أن أعلم يوماً مآ أنّهم كآذبون أولآئك النآطقينْ بآلبقآء ... حينھآ فقط يبدأ آلبشر ب / آخذ مقآعدهم آلحقيقيہ
في رفوف مشآعرھ .