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The Story of Winter
Were my tears about sorrow, my sweetheart?
Were the things I lived about destiny?
I drank, and I always hugged it, my sweetheart
Was my only friend my glasses?
I've written your name on the mountains, my sweetheart
I've written it on the steam glasses of the windows.
It is hard to listen to stories in winter, my sweetheart
I cried, and I also told that story.
The eyes that never laughed were wet, my sweetheart
My wish was untrue
It is hard to live you, without you, my sweetheart,
Allah1 also created me.
It is hard to repent love, my sweetheart
Also, it is hard to love like that again.
My heart burned just for once in the life
Via giving this soul to you.
If you said "I missed you, don't go", my sweetheart
If you said "Don't leave me, don't"
Now I wouldn't thingking a lot, my sweetheart
If I could take your hand.
- 1. Muslims call God "Allah".
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