HiveComb

Thinking freely,
You are absent within yourself,
In your soul, in your blood, in your language, in your heart,
You have built your own city
Of course, Needs have made you a foreigner
Yes, You must not have bidden my love farewell from your heart.

Among the papers scattered on the table,
I cannot find my important paper anywhere.
I know, You must not have lost
The letter I wrote
Even while searching for yourself,
Where have you ever wandered?
You have given destinations to many travelers
You are not the path,
You must not have forgotten.
By connecting with you,
Many have been given the path