Why not me? I can see beauty in a lot of things, I romanticize the smallest moments, I try to make it all mean something, I see beauty in the sky, the land, and the seas. I see beauty in him, in her, in you. Even in the feared ones: moths, crows, spiders... So if I see beauty in everything, why is it so hard to just find it in the mirror?

هرچی بیشتر پیش میره بیشتر متوجه میشم که من فقط از لحاظ فیزیکی توی این نسل‌ام اما روحم کاملا متعلق به آهنگ‌ها و خواننده‌های دهه ۶۰ عه