Tell me about the love that has spread in your chest, the love that is bitter and full of sadness for you.

The sound of the piano, the sound of sadness, the sound of the wind are all wrapped up in this cold room and call me to the embrace of nostalgia.

My eyes are looking for your memories, the memories with which I finished the pages of my book and closed my eyes to this world.
_1998 time of death

اگر اینجا رو چک می‌کنین این پیام رو فور کنید تا چنلتون رو بذارم تو یه فولدر چون تلگرامم خیلی شلوغ شده پستای زیباتون رو نمیبینم.

? Since you left, I don't hear the sound of my heart like before and I don't know the sound of my laughter for a long time. ꔫ