ششم آپریل دوهزار و ده

ششم آپریل دوهزار و ده

It's a fairy tale. I can’t leave this city, can’t even find my way back home.I feel like I'm already home. Filled with joy and great memories, Belfast left any other city far behind.

I know I must leave here sooner or later but can’t remember the last time which leaving someone or a city was this difficult.

سوم آپریل دوهزار و یازده

We miss each other like hell!