I had a dream when you were weaving the string from the clouds
And created a beautiful stream, where beautiful harmony and gratitude flows;
All flocks will head to the stream of love where they will rejoice and cry, liberated from their fears,
And those who are distressed will find hope and those who could not open their eyes will see.
So I go to the lake, where I will draw water in your memory as I dwell in the words you have said,
Your warmth, and the coldness of this water that refreshes my soul,
Where this stream will reach to, I do not know, but I know this:
Even after your sacrifice, I know that your memories are not sacrificed, and will not be forever.
I don’t know, what do you guys think? It’s really rough draft.