I was passing through my childhood
on a bike
to the delight of flying with the balloons

من از کودکی هایم می گذشتم
بر چرخی که می راندم
...تا شوق به پرواز درآمدن با بادبادک ها

I stood in the February snow
the freezing sleet
no boots
no coat
Steam wafting off my fury

My father read the lie
two hundred yards away
and walking toward me

So I owned it
told it
With a snarl
Without a flinch
Both knowing

I held my ground before him
and wore the red of his hand
on my face for a week

I still remember
Your bright eyes
Your innocent smile
As you walked through the flowers
How you made everything better
And the whole world looked at you
Like you were the brightest star
I remember your sweet smell
How you aspired freedom
Despite of everything.
And I'm sure you always knew
The place you keep in my heart
And that you will remain there
Even after you're gone.
Little star,
Please remember me
Wherever you are.

We spend our whole life
Trying to fit into a solid ground.
But perhaps we're like the ocean
And our waves
Cannot be tamed.