ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"هل ستبقى ولن ترحل مرةً أخرى؟"ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Have you truly turned away so
far, my love? Or has time become a cunning thief, plundering every hope we once fastened within the clasp of our intertwined fingers, only to bury them at the bottom of a season without a name? Where do those promises dwell now—the promises we once hung upon the heavens, as though even the stars themselves would be ashamed to betray them?