you you you you.

ابرا سیاه تا بباره رو سرمون آسمون

Get, get away
I'm no good, I am poison
Leave, leave me be, leave me be
There'll come a time
You'll appreciate my rhyme
There's no tomorrow, no tomorrow
All around, and I see into you
All around
Living in a glass house
My disease
I know everything about you, dear
Living in a glass house

روزی هزار بار ممنون به خاطر وجود پارسا.

"In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart."

-Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

It’s always "ily" and never "I have never surrendered myself entirely to anyone but you, and only recently. And to let my heart speak, when I am pressed against you, is an emotion and a peace that overflows all imagination."