Last night, I was dreaming of a flood of tears , I was playing a memorial role on you, I was dreaming of you until my morning, I was dreaming on the workshop, I was dreaming of Negar in my eyes, and I was kissing on the moonlit face, and I was kissing on the moonlit face, and I was kissing on the moonlit face, every bird of thought was talking about the horn, and then I was beating
my
eyes on my butler and my ears. In the words of the harp of an omen, I would touch my eyes and ears in this regard, I would
put the eyebrows of the lover in my eyes and the burnt cloak of a cup in memory of the corner of Mehrab.
