The sound of footsteps comes from the depths of darkness
But not to the sadness of dancing
It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring
They laughed at the crowd
And they ask for a lyric from Hafez's heart
Red pomegranates with rosy watermelons
Official of our longtime
A lasting memory
Apart from all the dumb noise of the city
Apart from the polluted darkness
But maybe someone is absolutely involved at night
Someone like me is left alone in the crowd
In the room in the house in the city
Everything bears the burden of memories
And these public spaces,
It is our private space and the space of others
Autonomy Disillusioned one night
Do not hear voices
Do not see the pictures
Be alone and shout
And reflect this wave
we choose
Do not let destiny write a story full of loneliness and disappointment ...
Let's hear the sounds we like
Let's see the pictures we want
And change instead of drowning
Let's celebrate every night
With the name of the night
Let's live
We can change the dominant color of our life from gray and black and change the color of green and orange to red
Even by walking in the streets of my city