An old lady waiting at the cabin for her love one to return from a unpleasant war,
Those eyes, those wrinkles, those lips, those moment of truth.
The current river flows towards the old cabin,
Waits with deliberated and impulsive in every each heart beats,
Those time, those sacrifices awaits for the true love to return with no news.
The current river flows towards the old cabin,
Awaits for a true love to return finally into the hands of the one true love.
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