I cannot count my moments on the way of love.
If I can make myself frequently moving in the shades of bodies,
The size of life becomes time-searching episodes spent on shares.
All ordinary living episodes are just small things of silence.
And in the silence I want to fit myself in the matter of formation,
That is needed in the sacrifice, perhaps I do not obtain that desire,
Life is institution, that gets injured moments much more than happier moments,
And working out for love moments I pass fingers to break silence for supporting love.