Whenever My Hope Reaches The Sky

Whenever my hope reaches the sky,
Black waters run down the leaves,
If my hands are touched,
Trees shed their leaves.

A silence passes with the sadness of acemaşiran,
Suddenly the mist of beautiful things is drawn,
A bare house remains,
Maybe good things will happen too.

Maybe,
Beautiful,
Things happen too
Who knows.

Maybe it's all a dream,
Maybe all,
Jaded,
A universe of despair.