For the bends in the series of tunnels of friendship
For the loud and disliked sounds that disturb the pride
For the uneven pricks of roses in unguarded feelings
For the silent cry that ignited the tamed fire.
Without thoughts of deception to any kind of emotional matter
Without forced acceptance of the patient self
All these disappear in the name of the designer of emotions
Whom who temperate everything that overflows around us.
The simple but destined connection that comes between us
This that binds makes us together as if to last
Though taken for granted because of untimely responsibilities
I particularly will miss every nature of it.
Through all these, this inconstant but trusted friendship
Will make a mark of joy in each others memorable drama of life.