I walk away from here, pondering which way to go. The sun is setting early, painting the clouds with its glow as it disappears. The children next to me are singing the same song for the third time. Unable to remember the words to end it, they repeat the last verse over and over.
Your eyes whispered, "We don't need beginnings or endings." What kind of memories do I have to search for that will reach deep into my heart? The days that you said were too long seemed like a dream that lasted just one night. I can't believe that it is coming to an end, it is too early to wake up.
Don't make the 1,000 nights disappear. I can't leave here just yet.
I'm merely a silent Sheherezade who can't move anyone's heart. No matter how many nights pass, I can't talk about even one love. I couldn't even get used to warmth. Where did the bedtime story disappear to? I wanted to at least remember your gentle words.
Don't make the 1,000 nights disappear. I stand up to walk a lonely path.