Moon will become a mirror for those past seasons. In the drifting clouds, someone's face will be seen. And all your sad roads will point in a certain direction.

Weathers, rainy and wet, will turn to fog and mist. And in the melting wax of candles, a heart's clear imprints. And in the henna covering your hands, some old memories.

Where the alley turns, the eye of a deserted door Will show you the way to someone you seek. Your sight will travel afar, and will return.

If you will try to remember, every word will become vivid. And every second of passing time will come to a standstill."