روند

Nerves gaze into the sorrowful darkness they walk through. ک

The river flows and pours through the path of the pupil. توانیم آن را داشته باشیم

“Life is not just about having it, it’s about shedding blood on the way.” زیادی ریخته می‌شود

Sudden death is not just a random occurrence, how much blood is shed.

I have reached the street that leads to me, which has been closed off. نظر می رسد

Sometimes a faint moan seems to cling to every limb of everything. نمی‌توانم ببینم

The room is a figure inside me that I still cannot see. او

I haven’t found a name for him. Hanging nerves to him. که ماه نیست

Days when their bad news has drawn a sword on a face that is not the moon. حالا

“Right now, the wrinkled days that end sooner than themselves.” باقی می مانی

Days come and go, but you remain. شده

“Come back from the path of blood, return to the path of the heart that has been hidden.”

I want to get lost in the crowd from the lens.

“That does not let go of my sadness.”