مثل مرگ می آید می نشیند روبرویت
رنجورعزیمتت می کند
زجرت می دهد و میرود
As if you are describing spring... You are the Spring. Fresh, innocent, pure and bright. It is funny, you leave us and all of a sudden you are an angel.
When I was a kid my grandpa used to call me "angel" and when I complained he said you don't eat food, only the angels don't eat.
I guess you really are an angel...
افتااد
آنسان که برگ
-آن اتفاق زرد-
می افتد
افتاد
آنسان که مرگ
-آن اتفاق سرد-
می افتد
اما
او سبز بود و گرم که
افتاد
(؟)