What will happen to the love when we die? What will happen to the horror when we die? Who is going to remember the blood shed all over the rocks? Who is going to remember our story, our horror, our love? When we die, are they going to recite us like they do with Dante's words? When i die, where will the horror go? When i die, where will you find my stone, my frozen body, our pain, our love under my blue skin? When we die, where will the horror go? Where will the love go?
عشق رو نامیرا میدونم و در نتیجه برای عاشق، میرایی ترسناک میشه چرا که عشق همواره درون او میمونه اما اگر بدن او مهلت کافی نداشته باشه چی؟ متنی درباره این نوشتهم.
