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I don't wanna die.
I'm not ready for that.
I'm not done in spite of not having a single tiny reason to live my life.
To grab this unknown opportunity,
And sail this melting boat of ice in this repetitious and yet unknown water,
Toward the edge of unknownness.
Shan't we stick to facts, reasons and causes?
Really?
Do you think you should live for a reason?
Or, you should have a reason to get on with your life and keep living?
Isn't it a real crap?
I remembered a wonderful aspect of zero degrees of Kelvin in which resistance maybe gone.
Beautiful, huh?
You may have no resistance, imagine, so equally you have no friction as well.
Just flow.
If there's no reason to live then there's no reason not to live as well.
Flow wherever you wish.
دیگه متن نه
فقط خوانش
نگرفتم !_!