After Tehran’s first 2008 snow-clad on Wednesday, 2^nd of January, I had been reclining at my home in a silent and gloomy mood like always and reading calculus like always again. Suddenly the bell was sounded surprisingly and I hurried to it to ask who was there and then faced to ma cousin, Youhanna, like always again! He suggested to me a wandering at Tehran’s snowy streets and I accepted it unanimously. In car, we had been listen some tracks but suddenly one began to play that overturned me; Limp-bizkit’s “behind blue eyes” song. It reminds me all of my love pains and woes as glimpse in front of my eyes, in fact my tearful eyes then. A song containing concepts and subjects that I have faced in these dismal days; the bad man, the sad man, hated, fated, etc. and looking full of reminiscence streets made my feelings worst by reminding all of my dreamy days. But one phrase in this song (following lyric) is not true with me and that’s “My love is vengeance” cause I can not be a vengeful man, love is so sacred in my life and I worship my love forever despite of her unkindnesses and hope to have lovely days soon again. The pain is part of the package, and I guess I am ok with that. I have no choice really.  I’ll take the pain because all the good I have certainly does outweigh it… it just doesn’t feel that way at the moment.

“No one knows what it's like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

And no one knows what it's like

To be hated

To be fated

To telling only lies

But my dreams, they aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

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