٭ دستم به نوشتن نمي رود. مانده ام تا غمش كهنه شودشايد باز نوشتنم بيايد. اما هنوز مچ خودم را مي گيرم كه يك گوشه زير لبي نامش را ميگويم و اشك مي ريزم.
نوشته شده در ساعت
9:42 PM
Why tears don't stop? Even when I am laughing it is inside of me. she was core of life, for me is like home is gone. We will carry all the good memories that we have from her and admitting that she had a great life and left a great legacy. Love you Mahrokh
PS: Sorry that I don't know how to type in Farsi, would have been much better.