Beautiful rainy but cold cloudy weather in the last days of autumn and the first of winter, I will never forget fatigue, but hope and positive energy when it was evening with those stylish and clean clothes from my point of view that wearing them and cooking in front of a mirror and then combing crow's hair Left forehead and hit those glasses with orange frames but black round and finally hit that colorless lip gloss on the lips that are pale pink. I have to be friends with myself, why do I have to look for my lover riding a white horse? It's raining, with this definition, I miss our city very much, but I'm far away. After traveling three kilometers to reach the park, you go to a permanent place. It's raining glass, you get wet when you taste the taste of true love, you promise nothing So what do you hope for, I do not have hope, but all of this makes me feel good, they are making me a teenager, for a while, like this, this is the most beautiful nostalgia and nostalgia of your whole life, boy, so why am I neither sad nor happy, but I can not be in love, go back to that point I get wet, I open the cold door in the cafe and go to the bottom of the cafe, where I sit alone and warmer. I order a hot chocolate cake with a chocolate cake. In front of Dadashmeh shop _Yeah, I love you here _What are you doing? My name is Mehrdadeh, my name is Mehrdadeh, my name is Mehrdadeh. Half of my heart is gone. In the morning, I feel that day, I think of blackness, blackness, blackness, I sat behind a piano, something I have not even experienced in my life. my neckI feel my eyes half open. Twilight in the morning can be seen through the window. It is cold. It still exists and continues. This narration is close to my personal and real experience, but it does not exist externally. Thank you for reading my story and giving positive energy.
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Date: March 13, 2019
