Candide

In not letting you forget me I forced sadness to spatter the walls

What's wrong?

let it go – the

اب کے ہم بچھڑے تو شاید کبھی خوابوں میں ملیں

So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me.

You're a ghost town I'm too patriotic to leave. 

I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls. We all have, doubtless, but I like the suffering soul which confesses itself. I distrust this hard, this shiny, this enameled content.

You have a lot in common with the moon; its light and its beauty, and its distance from me.