رَسِيس

If beauty were time, you would be the beginning.

When my hand touches yours, I don't know the meaning of weakness, my princess.

When will your ship arrive? I'm waiting for you.

The memories will remain; they will not disappear.

Do you remember the roads we walked together?

Just stop talking and leave.

" سود الله وجهه جرحك كيف خلى ابيض النيه .. يفتش في بياضه "