I chose momentary happiness,
even if I know, I would cry in the end.
I chose the thing that I want,
just to attain the space in my heart.
It's hard to say goodbye,
It's hard to let go,
It's hard to hold on,
especially to the little thing we call hope.
How I wish we'll be together,
How I wish I could hug you,
Kiss you,
hold your hand.
Take me back to the time,
where we used to call each other "mine"
Do I need to tell Iranian to make me a time machine,
to tell you, it will always be you?