The buds of deceiving failures,
Made into a garland of sorrow.
The game of an uncertain move,
For which the conclusion, I couldn't draw...

The destiny made us meet
Wasn't accepted by time,
So it played its role precisely,
Now you only exist in my rhyme...

You were going through the mess,
A huge burden of complications,
You hesitated to share,
'Cause you feared the conclusions...
...