Asheghaneh Ta Ghiamat

Something has gone away between us these days It seems that you find it difficult to call my name these days Although we are close to each other, the distance between us is like a sea You kill me every day with this boring tone Complaints and complaints from you stories and lullabies from me Two chairs, two ears and Lahijan tea from me Baby, say your pain and say my name Promise me, no word will be left unsaid between us Promise that our hands will not get used to the cold You and I love each other until the last day of the world