و میدونی، که تجربههایی وجود دارند در رابطه با آدمها، به مراتب سختتر از دلتنگی.
الف یاء
متوجه خواهی شد که هیچکدوم اهمیتی ندارن. همهچیز تموم میشه و تو میمونی.
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 waste and 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
آزناوور حق مطلب رو ادا کرده.
فکر نمیکنم، اگر درست نگاه کنی.