The night of the wedding, the pseudonym, is very tumultuous. You say the bride has gone to bed in her clothes. Anything that has not been waiting is still locked in the door. The bridegroom grooms the back on the way, and he is disturbed by worry and discomfort. Mommy Baba's girl kicking her back: Mary, my daughter, open the door. Maryam is alive ??? In the end, the groom does not desperate to go away with every misfortune they are going through.
Cute Mary Mommy Baba is sleeping like a beautiful doll on the floor. Her beautiful wedding dress is blended with blood, but she's smiling! Everyone is obsessed with this scene. By the hand of Mary is a paper, a paper that is blended with blood. Mary goes to the front, she still does not believe what she sees, she shakes the paper with a shaky hand, pulls it open and goes:
Hey Baby. I am writing a letter for you now. My last letter to my life. Here is the end of my life. Wish you saw me in a wedding dress. Is not it always true? Ali I'm going to die. I'm going to know that I stopped by the end. You see Ali again I could talk to you.
I saw you talk to each other again. But I wish I heard you say that. I'm going to die because I swear, you eat, you remember ?! Did you say, or you, or death, did you say, remember ?! Ali you are not here, I'm wearing your clothes, but where are you from ?! My groom, my heart, why are not you coming? Would you like to see how it looks like it paints its wedding dress with its bloody patches. I wish you could see it and it's up to you.
Ali is coming to prove you love you. Now that my eyes are black, now that all my body is shaking, my whole life is like a series from front of my eyes. The day when I looked at you, you remember ?! The day when the damn trembles, remember ?! Good day, love me, remember ?! Aindemon's plans, do you remember ?! My name is Ali, I remember how bigger we were, the ones we all lived on, on both sides of the heart. I remember the day that Bobby got out of the house. If you love him, just go to her.
Remember the day when my daughter falls underneath the flesh that you do not have the right to call her. Remember how much I cried that day, you cleared your tezhe and said you were crying, your eyes will become more beautiful! You said that I would laugh. Now let's see if I'm beautiful enough or crying again. I still remember the day that Bobby sent you to a strange city whose eyes did not catch my eyes but did not know your love, you are in my heart not in your eyes. The day our beloved displaced us from the city and the land, because I had given my heart to a love that was empty for my future, but I did not realize that my wishes were yours, not your hands. I'm promising to act. I'm still talking about you or death.
Pamo, I'm leaving this room. I'm not yours. I do not have you. I can not see your stranger's frozen hand in place of your warm hand. I'm gonna finish it here. I do not need my father's permission for dying. Wow, Ali, I wish you could see the color of the red blood in the white dress of the bride. Baby, I have no writing. I miss you so much. I want to see you. My hands shake. Rumex Eye Design. take my hand. I'm with you ...
Mary's father, your letter, is broken, its failure, stands above the head of the beautiful girl's body and cries. She is headed to tell the crowd that she's bewildered and bruised behind her, what is the earth you are about to see in the box in a familiar position. Yeah, father was Ali, he got a letter, his eyes were red, his face was tied with tears. The look of the two of your father was also tied to the look that he was talking about. Both were silent and looking at me, the silence that shouted at them.
Ali's father came and had his son's letter come to Mary who said his son was promising but was late. Now everything was over and Ali and Mary's love book was closed. Now I have two hearts and I am sorry for two fathers and cold tears of two mothers and a hot hearted face from a sorry groom! The rest of everything passing through the time and future and again mistakes that do not compensate for the opportunity...