My homeland is not a suitcase, and I am no traveller
The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.
My love, I fear the silence of your hands.
I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.
May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!
Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.