Blue, Blue, Green
White, Blue, Blue, Green and Yellow

I want to say something my love
For we are drifting in different streams of life

Different paths,
Crossing in the third dimension
Our lives are carried forward,
Our loves might get forgotten
But I hope, I would hope that you will remember the memory of our love

Your life is young
Your path and journey is long
And you will drink a sip from the river of love, now and then at your will
And question the path, and or the journey
You have your life
You are the river that run swift with a song,
not the blank one I gave you

Breaking through all barriers,
Going away from the mountains that made you become a river
I am the mountain, I stand, and cannot move
I am the mountain, building drop by drop the river of love, I stand and cannot move
I am the mountain, I stand, and cannot follow you
I have a memory of you, I stand and cannot move
And waiting for the next rain to bring you back.

Molana told by PRumi