Focalled by Ahmed Sulu and Ehzad Pais
Whatever I wrote about your sorrow,
your heart did not burn for me.
Your memory is still here,
don't think that I don't care.
Being alone is so beautiful,
When you have no one,
when you are with an old sorrow,
you are missing its sobs.
You are missing its sobs.
I always write to you,
I know this time you will not come back.
Don't lose hope of seeing me.
I am alone with your memories,
I try to see you day and night.
You left but when you left,
you said I will come back.
You said I will come back.
It is a pain that is buried with me,
it takes me to the place where I was.
It gave me a feeling,
don't be aware of it.
It burned all my photos in the color of its lips.
You are not left with memories.
What is the difference between the air and the doors?
You were not aware when I was with my sorrow.
You were not aware when I was with my sorrow.
I loved you, it was hard for me to be with you.
I said everything was fine, but you were right.
Go and live your life with your thoughts.
Wake up with my voice, leave this state.
I don't make excuses, you are a fan.
I say you are a fan of this music.
You were not aware,
then your awareness was collected.
Everything was broken between us,
understand your situation.
You said I have been rejected from the whole world.
I was rejected,
I reached you.
I said I don't remember you,
I heard everything that was written on your face.
Your beautiful words have no place in my heart.
My
cold hands have no feeling for you.
Hello, my old love, how are you?
Are you sick?
Think I'm fine, why do I say anything to you?
I don't come out, I see you with a stranger.
Like a fool, I only love you, I say.
I saw everything simple,
I passed the simple with tears.
It was the same simplicity that is now lonely.
When I saw your laughter,
I said it was appropriate.
Without thinking about the past,
the seconds of rain.
Be comfortable now, you can go through anything.
But without my tears,
I am thirsty for your blood.
It's not two months, how much my eyes are dry.
Drink the poison of separation,
the sound of a scream.
I don't want any dirt in love.
I was with you, I was really sorry.
I have one last word,
you still say you are very pure.
It's a pity to say,
old love,
goodbye,
small tears.