ﮔﻔﺖ :ﺍﯾﻨﻘﺪﺭ ﺳﯿﮕﺎﺭ ﻧﮑﺶ ﻣﯿﻤﯿﺮﯼ ...ﮔﻔﺘﻢ :ﺍﮔﻪ ﻧﮑﺸﻢ ﻣﯿﻤﯿﺮﻡ...ﮔﻔﺖ :ﺍﮔﻪ ﺑﮑﺸﯽ ﺑﺎ ﺩﺭﺩ ﻣﯿﻤﯿﺮﯼ ...ﮔﻔﺘﻢ :ﺍﮔﻪ ﻧﮑﺸﻢ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺩ ﻣﯿﻤﯿﺮﻡ ...ﮔﻔﺖ :ﻫﻮﺍﯼ ﺩﻭﺩﯼ ﺟﻠﻮﯼ ﺩﺭﺩ ﺭﻭ ﻧﻤﯿﮕﯿﺮﻩ ...ﮔﻔﺘﻢ :ﻫﻮﺍﯼ ﺻﺎﻑ ﺟﻠﻮﯼ ﻣﺮﮔﻮ ﻣﯿﮕﯿﺮﻩ؟ ...ﯾﻪ ﮐﻢ ﻧﮕﺎﻫﻢ ﮐﺮﺩ ﻭ ﮔﻔﺖ :ﺑﮑﺶ 
 ﻧﮕﺮﺍﻥ ﻧﺒﺎﺵﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﭼﻴﺰ ﻫﻤﺎﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪﺑﺎﻳﺪ ﺑﺎﺷﺪﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﭼﻴﺰ ﺑﻮﻱ ﺑﻲ ﺗﻔﺎﻭﺗﻲ ﻣﻲ ﺩﻫﺪﺑﻮﻱ ﺑﻲ ﻣﻬﺮﻱﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﭘﺎﻳﻴﺰ ﺩﻟﮕﻴﺮﺷﺎﻥ ﻣﻲ ﻛﻨﺪﺩﺭﻳﻎ ﺍﺯ ﻧﮕﺎﻩِ ﺁﺷﻨﺎﻳﻲ ﻛﻪ ﺭﻭﻱ ﺧﺶ ﺧﺶ ﺑﺮﮔﻬﺎﻱ ﭘﺎﻳﻴﺰﻱ ﻗﺪﻡ ﺯﻧﺎﻥ ﺑﻴﺎﻳﺪ . .ﻧﮕﺮﺍﻥ ﻧﺒﺎﺵﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻫﻤﺎﻧﻨﺪ ﻛﻪ ﺳﻬﺮﺍﺏ ﮔﻔﺖ " ﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﻟﺸﺎﻥ ﭘﻴﺪﺍ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ "ﺣﺎﻻ‌ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻴﺎﻝِ ﺁﺳﻮﺩﻩﻣﺤﻜﻢ ﻗﺪﻡ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺭﺍﻳﻨﺠﺎ ﻛﺴﻲ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ﺁﻣﺪﻥِ ﻛﺴﻲ ﺭﺍﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩ