I remember looking at her dead body in the coffin at her beautiful hands, so warm, so sweet, that used to hold me but nothing in that coffin resembled what I remembered of her.
به دستان زيباش که خيلي گرم و شيرين منو در اغوش مي گرفتن اما هيچ چيز تو اون تابوت شبيه خاطراتم ازش نبود