My heart is like your home of an anemone of the Baruneh Sea like dying, but the ease of the anemone my pain is not one or two of my pain. Cant Mourning my grief of love of the heart of my heart. My glass of glass I was the last love of you. You man and after you, the love of you You have won the mirage and the love and regret of the flowers of the houses Shaghayegh Shaghayegh Flower Flower Finally we shattered The anemone was in the plain of God, neither in Goldon nor in the stories Now it is only left to love you.
