It's hard to say goodbye,
It's hard to let go,
It's hard to hold on,
especially to the little thing we call hope.
How I wish we'll be together,
How I wish I could hug you,
Kiss you,
hold your hand.
Take me back to the time,
where we used to call each other "mine"
Do I need to tell Iranian to make me a time machine,
to tell you, it will always be you?
