The man
I have a secret,
locked in my heart,
forever.
I'd rather burn inside,
and not let'm know it.
I'd rather be alone,
and let'm thrive.
I have a pain,
can not be told,
to no one.
I am ready and
prepared to take
whatever comes.
I am happy if
this makes'm be
happy for life.
locked in my heart,
forever.
I'd rather burn inside,
and not let'm know it.
I'd rather be alone,
and let'm thrive.
I have a pain,
can not be told,
to no one.
I am ready and
prepared to take
whatever comes.
I am happy if
this makes'm be
happy for life.
Comments
let go of them Aali jaan, instead enjoy the new atmosphere of your brilliant blog, your new home, your research!
Enjoy summer, your friends, they care so much about you specifically some of them.
ta dir nashode hesaabi keif kon, adamizad zood pir mishe, vali aknoon hamishe mohemtar az past and future hast (khodet hamishe migofti!)
...
Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognized the girl you are today...
(Lost by Bublé)
midooni aali ye chizi hast ke ghabele tarif nist be ghole khodet Dr jaan,
maavaraye har goone physical attachment, va hatta mental attachment! hala har chi mikhahi esmesho bezar, cehmidoonam hes, emotion, blabla, vaghti behesh miressi mifahmi ke in hes az oon physical attachment balatare, paaktare, va moghadastare!
we found it, didn't we? :)
and nobody ever reached it! imagine that!