The past "SHE would have died by now After waiting for me, cried by now Her rossy lips, her fresh cheeks By depature season, may dried by now" I imaganed this image of her But had I ever meant as much That white clouds would shower Of my returnig news as touch Her heart or her busy soul Comes to me leaves her goal My thinling about her and reality One looks fine sky, other red sea She looks much more prettier Yet I'm glad he looks happier Alteration of me she soon found Or she changed into a girl soon Daytime talk and walk with sun At night live and love the moon Might as happy she tries her to show Wants to see me glad, not let me know Or might she' really sad I just think Might yes might not she's friend or foe I don't really now wana know -jalal Past, Might
