ما مردیم،با گلوله هایی که بر‌ تن دیگری خورد

I don't say anything but I just write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write and write .

من اونجایی فهمیدم که دیگه اون آدم سابق نیستم که، دیدم دیگه مشتاق نیستم اتفاقات روزمو برای کسی تعریف کنم.

مشکل از منه که هرسری آدم حسابت کردم