The wandering of destiny let the desire to feel your presence one day. In this way of seclusion, your presence is felt as every second passes.
On a different night, the flapping of the night left a gentle gust of dawn over the gap of memories.
I really want that question mark to unfold while exploring the fields of your heart, Laila. For me who believes in the path of destiny, is there a worthy place there? Let me read the signs, like Winnetou tracing the Pale Face.