In a part of my life, i had a depression , i was thinkingtoo much(: laughingless .... In that days i eas thinking that I'm a cactus that no one can loves me (: The story behind this art is exactly match with my poem (: Poem: Who says you are not beautiful? Who says there is no help for you in this veil of sorrow? Behind the icy heart, beyond the dark night of your heart, you would like to be a flower bud You would like to be smelled like a flower behind thorns And to be embraced by the soul You are as beautiful as the laughing fog Your thorns, when they see your pain, become like flowers My dear, the butterflies of your heart, steal the heart of every lover چه کسی میگوید که تو زیبا نیستی؟ چه کسی میگوید که در این پرده ی غم هیچ تورا یاری نیست؟ در پس قلب یخی ، در فراسوی شب تار دلت، دوست داری که شوی غنچه ی گل دوست داری که تورا همچو گلی در پس خار ببویند و و در آغوش نفس یار کنند تو به اندازه ی خندیدن مه زیبایی خار هایت گل شود در دیده ی دلدار تو جانا ، پروانه های قلب تو، می رباید دل هر دلداده را