As Long As Our Indispensable Love Is The ...

Some of the people living in the state are keen on the future,
Some are in love with the past,
In the dream that many of us imagine,
What most of us remember is living in the past.

Our best times,
What if we built the horse of our dreams,
Maybe it is the times when we are put in the past in our memory.

Almost everyone,
He sets out to seek the times that passed in his youth,
He longs for his own youth,
It speaks of the magnificence of the former majestic moonlight realms.

The nights we live are pale in comparison to them,
We have reached the end of the feast,
We ate the last crumbs of the table,
He says we heard their last conversation.

Life is too short,
Of all the things seen in this short time,
The heights of all the feelings heard,
Their mortality.

So much shorter,
Nobody,
Nothing,
Ending the short life destined for him,
That it's over,
He does not know beforehand that he has experienced the last drop.

Another morning,
Again, innocent,
Again, unaware,
We leave our house as usual, we go.

What we do again,
It's like our everyday work,
Nothing is different from yesterday.

However, at that time,
In our destiny that doesn't tell us anything,
What big changes,
However, what great events are written in our destiny that we are not aware of.

For example, today is the last day of our house,
We return home in the afternoon,
In our house,
We find a fire ruin.

Again like this,
We'll go out for a night stroll in the moonlight,
Nothing special of this night attracts our attention,
There is no difference in our eyes.

Nothing informs us of an outcome,
It's a night in the city like this,
It was the last of the moonlight realms,
We don't matter.

The next time an account will match and arrive at this place,
And by gathering all the separate elements,
It is impossible for him to live another night like this.

However, those who did not participate certainly do not know this,
It turns out that tonight, literally,
It was the last moonlight night.

It turns out that swimming in the sea following the waters,
Poor boat glitters,
It was slowly starting to fade.

But what passes before our eyes,
That they are the last to go,
And soon to be lost in these waters,
We cannot see or understand.

It turns out that,
To this whole landscape that abandons ourselves to be reasonable,
We should always say goodbye.

Farewell my sixty
Farewell, the moonlight watching the sea,
The melody heard,
Goodbye, loves in silence.
We should always say goodbye.

Goodbye, years lined up like a conservatory of conversation and taste,
Farewell my soul happiness,
Goodbye is the taste of nights that we will never find again in our lifetime.

Farewell, the last light of the sparkles above the waters,
Floating boats,
Farewell.

The sounds of music rock like cradles,
All the desires that he sleeps and raises,
Dreams, ambitions, pleasures,
It turns out that they are all a set of mortal feelings.

It turns out we couldn't understand,
His sadness is getting darker,
There comes a time when,
Man is the horse of every night on earth,
The past of another day that will come very soon,
He is just learning that he is destined to be,
Alas,
Oops.

Man is not just one night of instruments,
All kinds of magic will break,
The songs, the music will go away,
It is inaudible and incomprehensible,
It differs over time.

Many things he thought to be eternal,
Your every beauty,
That you slid on the flowing waters,
He just learns that he is destined to perish one day.

Intertwined minutes and hours,
The most tightly knit regimes and regulations,
Of millions of people.

Your particular opinions and tastes,
Even the most indestructible civilizations,
It consists of changing temporary shapes,
That they were also corrupted and scattered among them,
You become different by entering other patterns,
He is learning new.

Now enveloping your whole soul,
He suffers the agony of mortality as a torment,
Who hastily left their place to each other,
It leaves the place changing for fleeting moments.

He even distances himself from his lovers once upon a time,
Mingled in his memory,
A few faint lines that finally replace each other,
Or a few memories remain.

He cannot even remember the traces of the highest temptations,
The scope of death and humanity is so deep that,
Many desires that develop every moment,
He can't even fit many emotions in his memory,
In your heart you erase everything over time,
He doesn't understand that he is destroying them one by one.

As if our eyes had just been opened to these facts,
Seeing the transience of all living things,
It hurts us so much,
Every good news we get in time,
Now alas,
There are always news of death, mortality and death.

Although times change,
Although some new habits of the current world have emerged,
Our stories don't fade,
While our own life story is flowing on the one hand.

We read other people's stories,
We touch their lives,
An evolution in our inner world,
He's losing his head,
Without noticing.

Life gives us the opportunity to look through new windows,
Every time we read
It turns into an experienced knowledge,
Our horizons are expanding,
Our perspective is always changing.

We accompany the pain and joy of others,
The color of our heart world is turning blue,
Our anger is eroded.

In fact, each story is like a seed falling into our hearts,
It grows where it falls,
It comes to light,
Builds bridges from heart to heart,
It warms our hearts together.

Sometimes,
Being mountain ranges passes through us,
We become Ferhat and dig under the steep mountains,
We become love and pass through life,
We know that even death is afraid of love,
Only love is afraid of nothing.

Like a scream,
We think that he disappeared from sight, the one who went to the past,
We think we'll catch our hand if we extend it,
So much so that its direction is not different from the way it came.

There's a crystal hall,
Whatever color it is painted inside,
That's how we see outside,
As long as our indispensable love is the sun,
Do not withhold your lights.