دوستت دارم نه از آن دوست داشتنهای شلوغِ کتابی . دوستت دارم در حد یک چایِ ساده که نبودنش ، تمام عصر را تلخ میکند .
A spirit wanders freely among the trees, swings in the sky, and the current of the river takes it home and towards something it always wanted to be there, and it asks itself a question, does it really belong there?