Unfaithful...

There is sometimes that all your intelligence shouts something, but you change your belief, for who you don't want to have distrust on and believe they don’t tell the truth, for the moments they helped you, and you even forget sometimes they tripped you, to respect the holiest word…Friendship!

گاهي اوقات تمام شعورت چيزي را فرياد مي زنه، اما باورت رو تغيير مي دي، به خاطر كساني كه نمي خواهي بهشون بي اعتماد باشي و باور كني راست نمي گن، به خاطر زمان هايي كه دستتو گرفتن، و حتي فراموش مي كني اون گاه و بيگاهي كه بهت پشت پا زدن، به احترام مقدس ترين واژه...دوستي

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But eventually the day comes when your wisdom slaps you and screams how long will you keep your eyes shut? And you feel the twinge of an old wound again, and the warm blood of a friend's dagger flowing on your back; and you just weep tears, not for the injury of poniard, for the pain of disrespecting the holiest word…and for that you have to believe your sagacity was telling the truth from the first day, maybe the only truthful

one…

ولي لحظاتي مي رسد كه ديگه عقل مي زنه تو گوشت و فرياد مي كشه تا كي مي خواهي چشماتو ببندي؟ و تو سوزش دوباره ي يك زخم كهنه رو احساس مي كني، و خون گرمي كه بر پشتت جاري مي شه، از دشنه ي يك آشنا...و تو آروم اشك مي ريزي، نه از زخم خنجر، از درد شكسته شدن حرمت مقدس ترين واژه...و از اين كه مجبوري باور كني فرزانگي ات از روز اول راست ميگفت

و شايد او تنها راستگو بود