Constellations

Two days in an state of abyss
Lunch served at noon
Two days of communication
Two days of being haram
When we'll wake up on a meadow
On a flower weadow
Full of plains life
And stars will be above us
Constellations will stop
Will stop matching up
We'll start finding out
Where are we at all
Tears get into my eyes
Because time has no mercy
And soon all the loved ones
Will fade away and I'll be old