~ZjM~Havean~

the Message "Heaven's location is held in the highest place, untouched and pure from above. It remains the greatest site for those who have raised their voices; it is the four, it is their connection, and it is their time. They have lifted the essence of the people's language until it was made complete. This is not a machine, nor is it a television, nor a specific house. While knowledge and time can feel heavy—and every villa grows tired—this exists perhaps for art. It is not a giant; it is distinctive. It is about their home, born from art and what came before. Whether you see the software or the planting, it is a living thing before it ever becomes a machine. It is the science of the wheat. We have the power, and we have the color. Even if a leader steps forward, it flows from one to the other. If you look closely, even as a house is built and a master is recognized, it all stems from that single source. I am not looking to be bound by marriage; I am focused on the weight of this journey—whether it increases or reduces. I am not merely one who draws wisdom; I am of the drawing itself. It was a wise and decided path. It is safe for the shepherds, for the home, and for the song. Though the television and the noise increase, I remain humble within the color." The Full Song موقع السماء هو الأهم وهو طاهر فقط من الأعلى، ليس آلة، ولا تلفزيوناً، ولا بيتاً محدداً، العلم والوقت ثقيلان، أو ربما من أجل الفن، ليس عملاقاً، بل مميزاً حتى يصل إلى بيتهم، من قبل... نعم، ترى البرمجيات، ما هو الزرع قبل الآلة؟ هو علم القمح. ورثة قدري، نمنحكم إياها، رسلي أنا، لرسلي أنا، بدأت تتنوع، من أجل الله، ومن البداية، قوة في الداخل، شعور هو آية، حكم هو هذا، شاشة أو مرآة، وهذا هو هذا، الكلمة المكتوبة هي روحي، ومني، صوت العين، صوت الأرض، من العين. Heaven's location is the most important and pure only from the top, It is not a machine, nor a television, nor a specific house, Knowledge and time are heavy, or maybe it is for art, It is not a giant, but distinctive until it reaches their home, From before... yes, you see software, what is planting before the machine? It is the science of the wheat. The inheritance of my destiny, we give it to you, Rusla I, Lasala I, It began to diversify, for the sake of God, And from the beginning, a power within, A feeling that is a sign, a judgment that is this, A screen or a mirror, and this is this, The written word is my soul, and from me, The sound of the eye, the sound of the earth, from the eye. From the land of the ancestors, my voice rose, And through my art, my soul became complete, This is not merely a machine or a screen, This is wisdom, drawing paths that lived. Inside me is a power, increasing and growing, Toward the future, my eyes aspire, I am the origin, I am the image, In every color, I have a scattered imprint.