Now Ask

 Now you ask the winds...

 My condition, my status,

 my personality, 

perhaps we will no longer

 be held accountable.

Now search for me

 by keeping me in your eyes,

 my pictures, my magic, 

my voice, my dress, 

perhaps we will not meet.

Now you can meet us in your dreams.. sometimes in the middle of the road, sometimes in a closed lane, 

sometimes on the roof,

 sometimes in the parade ground, 

perhaps even if our dreams are broken, 

we will not meet.