دلنوشته کامل شده انگلیسی White sleep|Translated by Ensiyeh

[VITTORIA]

In the name of the creator of LOVE
Written name: White sleep
Written by: S SHIVA PANAH
Translator: V Silver_EA


خواب سفید


:Intrudaction
!The winter
!Days pass
!Nights pass
!Years pass
...But
,Memories he made for me
They are not deposited to the wind and memory
?What happened that they hacked in my memories walls
?What happened that they became involved with me
?What happened that he made my winter white​

 

[VITTORIA]

You came again
...As always, your burning and coldness became the guest of my heart before you
!My winter
​

 

[VITTORIA]

!My winter
...I no longer have the power to beg
How much do you want to bother me with your travels, with the repetition of your memories, with every time you are a guest, to a heart that is already accustomed to your creation​

 

[VITTORIA]

!Agreed
I do not deny anymore
I do not deny what pure moments you created for me ... moments that were sweeter than honey for me
The moments that were full of love for me and the moments that ... now I have nothing but their emptiness​

 

[VITTORIA]

!The winter
?Do you remember how much he loved you
I do not know why, but the reason when I loved you so much and I was looking forward to you, was just him ... him
​

 

[VITTORIA]

?...Do you remember the first Friday of January
,That day
It was the first time his eyes were fixed on mine
...The day that ended was the beginning of my girlish thoughts and fantasies
​

 

[VITTORIA]

All my nights
Each of my seconds
I was thinking about him .... Dreams that were only associated with dreams
!Alas​

 

[VITTORIA]

,Maybe next to you
...I must also try my fate
...Because if the prince did not put my fantasies on the path of my life, I would not be like this ​

 

[VITTORIA]

...Again, in the cold days, he put his foot on my heart and made me unconscious again
....He came and went so much that he left his footprint on my being ​

 

[VITTORIA]

I will never forget the sparkle in his eyes
When your snow covered the ground, without taking his eyes off the white ground, he would take my hands in his warm hands and take me with him for a walk. How pleasing it was, how sweet it was. How much my tongue may not be able to say ​