!(پشیمونم به خاطر یه کار مسخره ،مسخره که نه عین حماقت!(خجالت کشیدم اینقدر به خودم احترام گذاشتم
چرا؟ آخه چرا باید من اون حرفو می زدم بعد تازه 4 روز بعد یه دفعه به ذهنم بیاد چه کاری کردم، چه عذابی به یکی دادم بدون اینکه حواسم باشه
…نه من مجاز نبودم. من مجاز به فراموشکاری نبودم. من نباید برای یه موضوع به این مهمی غفلت می کردم. نباید
…خودمو نمی بخشم
آرزو می کنم دقت نکرده باشه! یعنی میشه؟ نه
!کاش اونقدر ساده بودم که وقتی دلداریم میدی و میگی تقصیر تو نیست باور کنم
…ولی
….خدایااااا! می دونی چی میخوام ازت
.چهلچراغم اومد
اين آهنگو با اينكه خيلي قديميه دوست دارم. بهم هشدار ميده هر كدوم از اين لحظه ها كه ميگذره ديگه بر نميگرده و بايد زندگي كرد و الآن خوبي داشت و گذشته ي خوبي ساخت. (با اينكه يه سري چيزا خيلي برام كم اهميت شدن اما نمي خوام هر موقع كه به عقب نگاه مي كنم گذشته ي تاريكي ببينم.)ه
It seems the love I’ve known,
has always been the most destructive kind.
I guess that’s why now,
I feel so old before my time."
Yesterday, when I was young,
The taste of life was sweet, as rain upon my tongue,
I teased at life, as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned,
I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand,
I lived by night, and shunned the naked light of day,
And only now, I see, how the years ran away
Yesterday, when I was young,
So many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
So many wild pleasures lay in store for me,
And so much pain, my dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time, and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think, what life, was all about,
And every conversation, I can now recall,
Concerned itself with me, and nothing else at all
Yesterday, the moon was blue,
And every crazy day, brought something new to do,
I used my magic age, as if it were a wand,
And never saw the worst, and the emptiness beyond
The game of love I played, with arrogance and pride,
And every flame I lit, too quickly, quickly died,
The friends I made, all seemed somehow to drift away,
And only I am left, on stage to end the play
There are so many songs in me, that won’t be sung,
I feel the bitter taste, of tears upon my tongue,
The time has come for me to pay,
For yesterday, when I was young
