Grief, if you are crying, if you are not in my eyes, it is not my own hand, it is the work of time, my heart is restless, I am looking for a child, my heart has made the air of my home, the air of Tehran and the north, my child has made the air of my home, the air of Tehran and the north has made
me make it, if it is bad, it is full of burning and painful, it is not my own hand, it is the work of time, the heart is restless, I am looking for a child, my heart has made the air of my home, the air of Tehran and the north has made me a child. My heart has made the air of the country the air of Tehran and the north I
say dont worry about it, the world is not like this, the life of travel is coming to an end, the moon does not stay under the clouds , is it okay, this is crazy, is it crazy, is it crazy,
it is You cant go any further, there is a limit to the journey that has not been around for a hundred years , is it okay, is this crazy, is it crazy?
