یه روز یه ترکه میره جبهه؛ میذارنش فرمانده. داداشش میره خط؛ شهید میشه. خط محاصره میشه. جنازهش میمونه همونجا. بهش میگن دستور بده داداشت رو برگردونیم. میگه خط پر از داداشای منه. کدومشون و برگردونیم؟
Hello dear, it is a time when sitting together and holding hands, for us deprived of human rights; An unattainable dream, and fulfilling it, like eating the forbidden fruit, causes you and me to fall from the throne. So, remotely and far beyond the imagination of the city accountant; I squeeze your hand with the warmth of my hand and I entrust you to God Almighty.
