We are lost brothers two rivers, separated. We were born in a field full of milk vetch. We just dreamt about happiness. We cried and laughed as we looked at the sunset. We kept praying in our own words. While i was trying to protect only things we could see ourselves. I would forget about you. So i will write a letter tonight. Let’s follow this river looking for the roots of the sadness so i can understand better about your pain that sits at the end of this starry sky. Please don’t cry yet. The sun will rise your way. Let’s follow this river. So flower will bloom on this path we walked on in the end. Nobody can love the same thing, at the same time all the same way. But please don’t cry yet. Not until the day we can meet again.