This is me, standing alone, staring at a girl I do not know… As if she has come from the farthest corner of my memories… A stranger, yet strangely familiar… In her frozen eyes, life looks like a harsh but flowing path… On her lips rests a faint smile from yesterday—tired, yet still hopeful… Her deep wounds, somehow, have only made her more beautiful… They call her by a name: Parisa… A name both foreign and familiar….