The wind in my arms

I watch the wind , Hold it in your arms

Gently shaking

The way she sleeps

As sweet as when you were a child

Watermelon stalls in the streets

Are all summer dreams

There is a river in the dream , There is water in the river

Barefoot I was playing in the water

There are no fireworks on the day of entering the city

I threw away my hoe

Sitting on the ridge, herding cattle

There is peace in the clouds

You in my arms

It has already become a pile of books

The sky is watching the earth

No one can understand the change of the wind