شاید روزی خورشید بتابد، چشمهایت را ببند

The storms have taken our lips
and silence is the song everyone believes
To dance naked on the grave of what we dreamed
this is why you see the fallen leaves
Through touch, something darker is released
The living ask: why are you not deceased?
Oranges, persimmons dried for winter's taste
To reach you now, there is no haste