نام فارسی دلنوشته: بوف پاییزی
نام نویسنده: @نبــات
نام مترجم: @diana.zam
Introduction:
I was sitting on the terrace of Aghajoon's house, the same terrace whose iron railings had just been painted blue. They were decorated, the courtyard was a sea of leaves, the dry leaves that I always walk on and the rustling sound of which reminds me of you, you who now do not know where I am. Where is my mind? I want to throw myself from your terrace into your world. By the way, Ms. Joon has left a woolen blanket, she remembers that you love turquoise blue, I remember the precious color of your ring, which is still nice on the finger of your right hand.
نام نویسنده: @نبــات
نام مترجم: @diana.zam
Introduction:
I was sitting on the terrace of Aghajoon's house, the same terrace whose iron railings had just been painted blue. They were decorated, the courtyard was a sea of leaves, the dry leaves that I always walk on and the rustling sound of which reminds me of you, you who now do not know where I am. Where is my mind? I want to throw myself from your terrace into your world. By the way, Ms. Joon has left a woolen blanket, she remembers that you love turquoise blue, I remember the precious color of your ring, which is still nice on the finger of your right hand.
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