بلخره پیداش میشه ، یه روز رنگینکمون
دیگه نمیگیره هیچوقت ، رنگ ِغم آسمون
یهروز ِخوب میاد که ، بدنشه حالمون
نشکنه بالمون ، پر ِپروازمون ((:
Maybe healing isn't about forgetting, but about learning to live with the scars.
Perhaps we are all just stories waiting to be told, or perhaps, already forgotten.