You stay…

You, that very pure aspiration of mine… You, that very prettiest dream of mine… Your eyes are the peak point of my flight. You stay with me for my eyes are weary. Only you stay for I am downhearted…

You, the only balm for my pains. Stay with me for I need you… You, that only friend of my solitude, that companion of my crying days, stay with me for my hands are weary. Still call me and stay with me for my voice has broken in this silence. Still pour out your sorrows to me for I'm heavy-hearted. I miss your weary eyes.

You, the one who is tired of anything that has passed, and anything that is still going on, say this story along with me again. Maybe we write another story. Give me your hands. Maybe we get somewhere together,  where it's nights are luminous. Where the word "pain" has got no meaning there. Give me your hands. Maybe we can cross all our pains, and notice the value of each other's smile and even breath…

Only you stay with me, so that we sell all our pain and sorrows for each other's smile.