I have harshes whose have root in deep,
When my body shivers with a deep hiccup
The songs isn’t heard by my ears
And this time a star is moving  from the skies.

“-When first snow of your life snows your head,
Hold the child’s  hand in your heart’s side
When your heart is cold because of loneliness...”
The seed of hope whispers to your ears.

I hold and take him to the seed of hope,
From a little seed , I walk to the eternity.
Uprooting harshes is very difficult but,
I seed hope to my heart, the harvest isn’t distant.

Bunu Kullan: