Counting, counting days.
Until the day I last can look into your eyes.
Until the day that I finally have to let you go, completely.
Until the day you step forward to achieve your dream.
Fly, fly away.
The flower that grows in the dessert.
The loves that unintendedly surrounds the stone heart.
Goodbye my almost lover,
Goodbye my luckless dream.
This wouldn't be that hard.
I can do this, I have to!
The weakest me is the strongest I'd be.
Hasbunallah wani'mal wakeel.
P/s: the last to remember.