01x22 - Episode 22

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Written by: Naghmeh Samini, Hassan Fathi

Ali Nasirian

Taraneh Alidousti

Shahab Hosseini

Mostafa Zamani

Parinaz Izadyar
Mehdi Soltani-Sarvestani

Mahmoud Pakniat
Houman Barghnavard

Gelareh Abbasi
Ghazal Shakeri

Soheila Razavi, Fariba Motekhases
Pantea Panahiha

Ramin Nasernasir, Nasim Adabi, Hadi Ghomeishi

Mehran Nael, Amirhossein Fathi, Mina Vahid

Farshid Samadipour, Parviz Bozorgi
Mohammad Yeganeh

Nahid Moslemi, Mona Ahmadi, Nahal Dashti

Bani Palshomun, Reza Najafi, Mehdi Alipour, Pasha Jamali

Mahsa Nasiri, Saghi Zinati
Manouchehr Zendedel, Parisa Sabourinejad

With
Parviz Falahipour, Amirhossein Rostami, Jamshid Gorgin

Starring
Jamshid Hashempour

And
Abolfazl Pourarab

Camera operator: Mohammad Namdari
First assistant camera: Abolfazl Nabati

Programmers: Alireza Nesai, Hamed Tasdigh-Moghaddam

First assistant director: Arash Sajjadi-Hosseini
Unit production manager: Atoosa Shahsiah

Supervising director: Seyed Mohsen Yousefi
Photographer: Amirhossein Shojaee

Visual effects: Behnam Khaksar
Title sequence: Majid Yousefzadeh

Sound engineer: Khosro Keyvanmehr
Production manager: Taher Amani

Set designer: Hassan Ruhparvari
Costume designer: Jaleh Zakizadeh

Singer: Mohsen Chavoshi

Sound and mix: Seyed Alireza Alavian

Make-up designer: Saeed Malekan

Music by: Amir Tavasoli

Edited by: Mehdi Hosseinivand

Director of photography: Afshin Ahmadi

Project manager: Hassan Najjarian-Daryani

Executive manager: Saeed Malekan

Investors:
Seyed Mohammad Hadi Razavi, Seyed Mohammad Emami

Produced by: Seyed Mohammad Emami

Directed by: Hassan Fathi

Hi.

Why are you standing there?

Come to me.

My son.

Where are you going my dear?

Where are you going my dear?

My son.

My lady.

Ms. Shirin.

Where are you going?

Come to me.

Who are you talking to, malam?

Hello Ms. Shirin.

- Where is my child?
- Darling, you're sleepwalking again.

- Calm down Ms. Shirin.
- Where have you hidden him?

- You're strangling me.
- I saw him entering your room.

- I saw him coming in here.
- Ms. Shirin!

- Wait. Wait.
- Help me.

Ms. Shirin, help!

- What did you do to my child?
- Stop it! You're hallucinating.

Where have you hidden my son?

- Where have you hidden my son?
- Ms. Shirin.

What did you do to my kid?

Malmal!

Malmal!

What's going on here?

- What's going on?
- What happened sir?

Is she dead?

- Did I k*ll her?
- Akram!

Take Shirin to her room.

Did you hear me?

Take Shirin to her room.

Malmal!

- Nosrat, is she dead?
- Yes sir.

The servants were not around?

No sir. They're on leave.

- I'll go distract the guards so they won't come in.
- Don't let anyone find out.

- No worries.
- Close the door.

Poor woman!

- Abbasi?
- Yes sir?

The police just called. They said there are suspicious
comings as going around the house.

Get the guys and see what's going on out there.

Let em know if you see anything strange.

Get a move on.

Let's go for a walk around here.

You'll feel better if you sleep a little.

- You'll be staying here, right?
- Yes ma'am.

Poor woman!

I couldn't sleep last night.

They must've found fault with my
role or they wouldn't summon me.

Darling, this has nothing to do
with the part of Desdemona.

What do they want to say?

Would they ask why you let Othello strangle you?

Or would they ask why you opposed your
father and married that black man?

Then why am I the only person
who's been summoned?

Darling.

My princess.

You know for how many times you've
asked this question since morning?

Okay, I'll stop asking.

I don't understand.

Why did you come with me if you
couldn't tolerate me asking questions?

I can tolerate that my darling.

I just don't want you to be so embarrassed.

But I'm just an actress in that play.

Why me, Babak?

Babak.

I'm afraid it has something to do with our trip

to the festival in Bucharest before the coup.

No! That's over.

Yes sir. Right away sir.

- Ms. Maryam Mehrzad.
- Yes?

Please go in.

- There's nobody here.
- No.

What are you doing Babak?

- I think this is our file for Othello.
- Somebody might show up Babak.

The invitation card was addressed to one person not two.

- Hello colonel.
- Hello.

Hello.

I didn't think we would meet you.

Until an hour ago, I still wasn't sure if
I could get the file out of their hands.

But you were lucky.

If I couldn't do that,

you would be in a big trouble.

Welcome here anyway.

Please have a seat.

If you too were in my shoes,

I don't think you'd let your fiance
come to a place like this alone.

I thought you liked our play.

How could I not?

I don't care about the others performances.

But I've told you already that
you've been perfect on the stage.

But the lawsuit is another matter.

The lawsuit?

There's been a lawsuit against me?

Ms. Maryam, I have to tell you

and Mr. Othello that

you guys have been so lucky.

I could hardly get the file out of the hands of someone

named Ebi, the bully.

The guy has skinned the intellectual alive in jail.

Otherwise, God knows what would happen to you.

- But why colonel? I haven't done anything.
- Give me a second here miss.

I see.

It appears that I a scene when Desdemona
argues with her father,

you take a meaningful look at His Majesty's picture.

As if there's been an identification between
Desdemona's father and His Majesty.

That could let the audience think
of rising against their king.

Do you understand what that means?

Colonel.

I don't remember this moment at all.

Hold on miss.

It's a long drawn-out case.

Yes.

There's a scene in which

you utter the piece in a way as if it's a ridiculous imitation

of the queen's behavior.

And,

A lot of other things.

But none of these are true colonel.

It's not for you to say that.

The truth is something which is written here.

What should we do now, colonel?

I don't know about you.

But you please be a little considerate
during the performance tonight.

I love this art so much.

And the writer of this play.
What was his name?

- Shakespeare.
- Yes, yes.

In any case, I'd do anything to help.

There might be another warrant for
monitoring the performance.

You could even lose your permit.

I hope you understand Mr. Othello.

Yes colonel. I'll talk to our director
about everything you mentioned.

- Make sure you do.
- Yes.

Thank you.

Lame pretexts!

Stupid hypocrite!

Why are you insulting him?

He was trying to help us.

- You wanted him to send me to Ebi, the bully?
- Wait a minute.

Are you defending this crook?

You mean you didn't realize he
was talking nonsense?

I'm not defending anyone.

I'm just asking you not to insult him.

Interesting!

The interesting thing is that you're
even more embarrassed than me.

- Get out of the way.
- Sorry.

The campaign for combating illiteracy for women presents:

Educated women's conference for finding ways to
combat illiteracy among women and signing up volunteers.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Admission is free for women.

What does this have to do with us?

We're educated woman too!

They might put our names down
for teaching illiterate women.

Didn't you always want to be a teacher?
Could it b any better?

But how are we gonna come and go?

Leave that to me.

Actually I think it's not serious.

- I'll ask about it from Farhad.
- What do you mean not serious?

- You mean it's a trap?
- Yes.

A trap for innocent girls.

Let me show you this.

Then you'll know.

The poor girl goes to her
friend's house for studying math.

There her friend's brothers attack her.

- It just happens.
- But we're not going to anybody's house.

I'll even get you your bus tickets.

It's gonna be so exciting.

Maybe some other time.
If only my dad hears about this!

How can I look him in the eye?

But we're doing nothing wrong.

You can ask your brother to talk
to your dad, just like what I did.

- I can't. I'm so anxious.
- You're such a coward.

Whatever!

- Oh!
- What?

Check that out.

What is Asghari doing here?

Yes! What is he doing here?

- Like it's the first time he's coming after you.
- Let's go Simin.

- We're late.
- All of a sudden we're late?

- Yes.
- Let's go.

A girl must be wise and decent.

It's your call. I'm out of here.
Bye.

Go ahead. Say hi to Asghari.

- Oh hello Mitra.
- What are you doing here Mr. Asghari?

- The truth is, the phone in the shop was out of order
- The phone was out of order!

- Hashem said: Asghari.
- My dad said: Asghari!

- Go out and
- Go out and

No it's not like that.

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

- The truth?
- Yes.

How can I put it?

It's been a while I've been going to school.

I've been learning alphabets.

So you're going to school?

You could say that.

I've started taking night classes.

Good to know. See you later.

Well?

Sorry I'm asking this Mitra.

How much are you going to study?

Are you gonna get your diploma
only or your associate's degree too?

- Well, I wanna get my associate's degree too.
- Associate's degree?

That'll make my job hard.

What's wrong with a diploma?

What's wrong with holding only a diploma?

I don't understand what you're saying Asghari.

You know, I want to tell you the truth.

- The truth?
- Yes.

I've decided to study.

But just because of you.

I wanted to write you letters.

But it's not always good.

I don't mean talking is right, no.

But I'm better at talking anyway.

I wanted to write you a letter and
see what would happen.

Is there anything you want to write to me about?

Yes.

No, there's not.

- Goodbye then.
- Wait a minute.

You're interested in studying.

And you must want your future husband

to be an educated man too.

I know that.

You know I'm the top student in my class.

Even Abbas, the rooster fancier can't beat me.

I'm just telling you these things so you know.

Excuse me miss.

I'm at your service if you want to buy anything.

- If you don't, please get out of here.
- Watch your mouth man!

Sorry.

What is that tone of voice?
How much for all of them?

- How much?
- All of them?

- Cough it up.
- Excuse me, I have to go.

- Excuse me.
- Are you leaving?

Bye.

Get back here.

Didn't you say you'd buy them all?

- Go ahead.
- I changed my mind.

- But them!
- I changed my mind. Let go.

You disturbed both my business and a girl.

- I didn't do anything.
- I'll get the police.

- Why?
- Come here.

Hello.

You asked to see me.

- Explain to me what exactly happened last night.
- Sure.

Last night, some noise woke me up.

I saw Ms. Shirin having a fight with
Malmal near the staircase.

Suddenly, she pushed Malmal down
the stairs unintentionally.

Come here.

- Yes sir.
- Sit down.

You want to stay here?

You want to serve Shirin?

Or do you want to go back to the hell you came from?

Don't say that sir.

What could be better than serving Ms. Shirin?

Very well.

So tell me again what happened last night.

Let me see.

Where did Malmal go this morning?

Malmal packed her things this morning.

She said she wanted to go back to her village.

She said she wanted to be with her family.

Of course she didn't like me much.

May God forgive me.

Mr. Bozorg, if you please,
I can leave and let Malmal come back.

No.

You don't need to go.

I'll turn a blind eye to whatever
you did to get rid of Malmal.

But you must remember this.

You must never mention this nonsense,

that Shirin and Malmal?

- Do you understand me?
- Yes sir.

Here.

Thank you sir.

Thank you.

I don't want you to say anything to Shirin either.

Yes sir.

Wait.

Yes sir.

I remember you wanted to
tell me something once.

About your mother and sisters I think.

My mother and sisters have no home.

And you know about my father's condition.

Mr. Bozorg.

I wonder if they can have a place,

good enough for them.

I feel pity for my sisters.

That neighborhood is not suitable for them.

It will be all right.

Now go.

Thank you Mr. Bozorg.

Come in.

Excuse me Mr. Bozorg.

Behboudi is on the line.
He'd like to speak with you.

Stall him!

- Stall him in a way that he understands.
- Sorry to say this sir.

But he's called for several times.

He's interested in speaking with you.

Colonel Teymouri has called for many times as well.

I told him you're unwell and got rid of him.

I thought you might not like to hear his voice.

How do you know Colonel Teymouri?

My late brother used to tell me about him.

Your late brother didn't tell us about you much.

What can I say sir?
It's an arrow shot upright.

My brother only visited me

so that I wouldn't rot alone in that case, not that often.

I remember how you showed your mettle back then.

Otherwise, I wouldn't put you in the place of Heshmat.

God bless you sir.

When the time comes,

I've got a good job for you.

- Anything for you sir.
- When the time comes.

- Unlawful affair?
- Ay.

- He will not say so.
- No.

His mouth is stopped.

Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.

O! My fear interprets;

- Is he dead?
- Had all his hairs been lives,

my great revenge had stomach for them all.

Cassio is betrayed and k*lled and I undone.

- Out, strumpet!
- My lord.

Banish me but k*ll me not.

Nay, even if you strive all night long,

My lord!

k*ll me tomorrow.
Let me see the last sparkle of the sun.

Being done, there is no pause.

But while I say one prayer.

Even the sun is ashamed of facing betrayers.

Somebody tell me how I can go to
that restaurant again!

That place hasn't come down to me by inheritance.

And we're not rolling in money.

We owe everything we have to Mr. Bozorg.

And now she insults them like that!

In these days that Mr. Bozorg was going to
put in a good word for Hooshang!

My child's future is ruined!

Thank you so much Hooshang.

It seems that you want to forget

that it was her who slapped me in the face.
What did you expect me to do?

Should have I thanked her for being so hospitable?

She's Mr. Bozorg's daughter.

Do you know what that means?

You want to let all the neighbors know?

Curse the devil.

The devils are your daughters I'm fed up with.

Don't light up that cigarette Jamshid.

Think about your health and your grandkids.

You should talk to me dad.

We're men.
We understand each other better.

You'd better keep quiet.

You're the devil himself.

- What are you saying dad?
- Jamshid!

I shouldn't have gone there tonight.
You fooled me mother.

You asked me to mediate do dad
could go to work after two days.

Why is she so late?

Should she come home at this time?

- Don't eat the cucumber unpeeled.
- Yes?

- Say something to him.
- Shahrzad.

- Stop him.
- It's Ghobad.

- It's Ghobad.
- The first son-in-law was always more respected.

That's Ghobad and that one is the devil himself.

You're taking your anger on someone else again?

This is my luck.
You're just one of a kind.

Okay, bye.

- What happened dear?
- Give him to me, mother.

Ghobad is coming to talk to me.
Come here honey.

What are you gonna do?

I want to tell him, a man can die but once.
It's okay sweetie.

Let me see.

What does that mean?

It means, may God help us.

Hello sweetie.

- Good extracurricular class.
- Why?

- It's taken you miles away.
- I wasn't in the class.

I'd gone to enroll for teaching illiterate women.

They may accept me. Pray for me.

I just wish to be somebody like you.
But I don't think I can.

We're all proud of you.

Remember to tell me all about it later.

- But I think you're leaving.
- Yes. Ghobad is waiting for me.

But tell me about it later.

Shahrzad.

Yes?

There's something wrong with your eyes.

Tonight is an important night.

I wish that story could come true.

There was this spindle.
Anyone who touched it

went into a deep sleep for a while.

What?

Nothing.

Will you keep an eye on Omid till I get my things?

Yes.

My sweetie! I'll teach you how to read
and write when you grow up, okay?

What's wrong with you tonight?

The guys keep saying what's wrong with Babak.

Everybody told me not to get my inexperienced
fianc? involved in the world of theater.

I didn't listen.

I'm a senior of Tehran University.

- How could I be experienced?
- You know what I'm talking about.

No I don't.

The part of Desdemona is not cut out
for a literature student at all.

It's my own fault.

- So you're reminding me of the favor.
- No I'm not.

I'm just cursing myself, isn't that obvious?

- What's wrong? I don't understand.
- Nothing's wrong.

You're mad because your press office is shut down.

This has nothing to do with the press office.

If it's because of the warning, it's all over.

I was so careful when I was acting tonight.

I didn't even look at the pictures.

- Why are you looking at me like that?
- Doesn't matter.

Take a look at yourself Babak.

Sometimes, I don't know you at all.

I miss my cheerful Babak.

Remember when you first met me in college,

you told me straightforwardly,

Miss, even thought I don't know your name?

I'd never reject your invitation for a cup of tea.

- Aren't you tired of reviewing that memory?
- No I'm not.

God help us.

What actor has ever ended up happy?

None!

Now let's make up.

- I wasn't mad at you.
- So,

Even thought I don't know your name,

I would never reject your invitation for a dinner.

Idiot!

Change your clothes and let's go.

Now you're the Babak I like.

I'll go change.

Ghobad.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Are you all right darling? I'll close it.
- Thanks.

As soon as Mr. Nooshin replies to my letter from Moscow,

we'll pack up and leave.

By then, we'll get your father's
consent for our marriage.

My father agrees.
But he's a father after all.

And fathers always find faults with their daughters suitors.

They think that makes them complete.

Fathers took so hard on their
daughter's suitors in old days.

Of course my father is a modern one.

- No doubt about it.
- Hello Miss Mehrzad.

Colonel.

If it wasn't an emergency

I would never interrupt your beautiful night.

I have to say that my efforts didn't pay off.

We didn't come to any good conclusions.

To make a long story short,

I'm carrying another summons for you.

Carrying this summons,

is the only help I can do for you at the moment.

Here you are.

Miss Maryam, I have to warn you that

you must come alone this time.

Mr. Othello's company won't do you any good.

I'm afraid the censor,

incites Ebi, the bully,

and makes trouble.
- Yes.

- Good night. Excuse me.
- Good night.

Jerks!

You're not okay?

I'm fine.

How is Shirin doing?

I don't know. she's imprisoned herself in her room.

Don't you wanna talk about it?

I thought you wanted to talk.

- Your tone!
- Did you expect a cheerful tone,

after two days that you hadn't called?

I thought you'd be home two hours after what happened.

I knew you wouldn't let me in.

I sent a message for you to come home that night.

Nobody told me anything.

What's done is done.

- What matters is tomorrow.
- Stop it. I know what your point is.

- What point?
- The point you're getting to.

You want to say that a reputable guy like me,

is just a pathetic, weak person.

Someone who can't even decide for his life.

You think I should've defended you
against Shirin but I didn't have the guts.

You want to say you never wanted to marry me.

And now you know you're living with a puppet.

But this is it. What can I do about it?

What are you gonna do now?

You wanna leave me?

Go ahead but there will be only one way for me.

- I'll drop dead.
- What are you saying Ghobad?

I'm not leaving you.

- Ghobad.
- What did you want to tell me?

Pull over. Pull over and I'll tell you.

Look.

I wanted to say that,

You're shaking.

- We can talk about it later.
- No, I'm fine. Go on.

Listen. People's relationships
are like this infant.

They grow over time.

He can't always wear the same clothes
he worse last month.

You can't force the clothes to fit.

They tear up.

Get to the point.

The point is that

The relationship between you,
Shirin and I have grown in a bad way.

It's so ugly like a baby demon.

We can no longer force it to wear
the same clothes it wore last year.

Six nights there, one night here.

We can't always be so conservative.

You buy this one a ring and
an exact one for the other.

You don't have to say anything.
I didn't talk to you about this one.

But it's different now.

Because the slap Shirin gave me in the face that night,

had one true meaning.

Everybody witnessed that.

They all witnessed t the relation
between these three people breaking off.

It can't be like this anymore.

We have to do something.

Now we have two ways.

We can either get new clothes
or fix the torn -up ones we have

which means

dealing with the current situation till the end of our lives.

I mean it when I say

till the end of our lives.

Because human beings

get used to swamps.

They get used to hatred.

And may heaven save us if we get used to this hatred Ghobad.

I don't want to get use dot hatred.

I don't want to get used to misery.

Okay.

Now get to the point.

You have to get out of Mr. Bozorg's territory

and get it over with.
- Get it over with?

What is it I should get over with?

This time, you talk about divorce.

You ask for it and end everything.

If you love me and Omid.

And If not,

do something that our tomorrow
won't be like our yesterday.

This is all I want from you.

I don't want you to give me an answer now.

Think about it well.

What are you waiting for? Go.

Nosrat.

Help me Nosrat. Please.

- What's wrong?
- Ms. Shirin is not in her room.

She's been talking about death lately.

I was sleeping next to her bed.
But I didn't find her there when I woke up.

Yesterday, she told me if I could get her cyanide.

We have to find her before it's too late.

You search inside the building.
I'll look for her outside.

- What are you doing Ms. Shirin?
- What are you doing Ms. Shirin?

- Don't do that. Please give that to Ms. Shirin.
- Let go.

I told you. It's cyanide.

What was Ghobad doing when
Shirin tried to take cyanide?

The truth is, Kabir was unwell.

Ghobad went to look after the baby.

Was it Kabir or Shahrzad?

- He'll be a dead man if anything happens to Shirin.
- God forbid sir.

God!

She must've been in so much pain.

It never rains but it pours.

First it was Malmal and now this.

I don't think we'll get away with the third one.

It's gonna be a disaster.

- There might be a way sir.
- No.

This is the end of the line.

I had told this boy

not to let me reach the end of the line.

If anything happened to Shirin

I'd feed mad dogs on this jerk.

This is the end of the line.

- Shirin honey.
- Dad!

Why did you leave your bed?

Because of this.

What was it that you did darling?

I've had enough, dad.

I don't want to share Ghobad with anyone anymore.

I want everything to be like before.

All right.

Get to sleep.

Dad.

Do you still love me?

Of course I do my darling.

You're my flesh and blood.

Then why did you do that to me?

You made a fool out of me in front of
all our friends and relatives.

I was left alone.

It will be all right.

I promise.

Get to sleep my darling.

Okay dad.

- Yes?
- Excuse me Mr. Bozorg. The car is ready.

Very well.

You're still awake?

I can't sleep.

- My child is peaceful tonight.
- Yes.

I'll go to Mr. Bozorg in the morning.

I'll talk to him.

I'll tell him enough is enough.

I'll tell him if she's your daughter, I'm your nephew.

I too have the right to live.

But this is not life we're living.

It's not death either.

It's just something stupid.

Our life was already a disaster.

And it got even worse after Shirin
Slapped Shahrzad in the face.

Now I want a divorce.

I'll ask him to agree to that.

Shirin starts talking about divorce
every time something goes wrong.

This is better for everyone.

Shirin is still young.

She doesn't deserve to get ruined in this life.

I'll ask him

to agree to this divorce for the sake of his wife's ashes.

- What do you think?
- My poor Ghobad.

- Happy now?
- Yes.

Should I tell him that?

I hope it works on Mr. Bozorg.

These words could even melt a stone.

What can I say?
You've made up your mind.

And that's something.

I don't want to lose you.

It's like I've lived all my life to get to you at the end.

Why at the end?
In the beginning.

- Who is it, Batoul?
- It's Mr. Bozorg, sir.

What is he doing here?

- Why didn't you invite him in?
- I did. He ignored me.

Hello uncle.

- Why didn't you come in?
- Get in. I'm fine here.

If it was urgent, why didn't
you tell me to come over?

Do you know what this is?

No.

Cyanide.

Do you know what cyanide is?

What is that for, uncle?

If Shirin took this tonight,

- Shirin tried to?
- She did and she does!

If things remain the same,

she'll do that sooner or later.

- Uncle, I wanted to.
- Don't interrupt me.

Say nothing. Understood?

I?

I danced to all your tunes.
Not because of you.

Because of Shirin.

We had a deal.

Jamshid's daughter was supposed to
marry you to get you a child.

A heir and successor for the Divansalar family.

Our deal

was nothing like the chaos you've
made with your selfishness.

If you were a little considerate to Shirin,

things wouldn't get this far.

But you're my brother's son after all.

There's no way I can get rid of you.

To make it short,

I want a divorce between you

and Jamshid's daughter.

I'll bring Kabir to myself.
I'll get him a wet nurse.

His mother can come and see him twice a week.

I want this to be done in a couple of days.

Don't drag it on.
Get it over with.

Shirin's pain is my pain.

Without Shirin,

I can't live.

And without me, you're done.

Uncle, I beg you to give me some time.

Only a day! I'll talk to Shirin.

I'll make her understand she's the
only woman I want in this world.

Give me another chance and then
I'll become just what you want.

I'll be the man you want me to be.

For the sake of that child.

You've closed all the doors.

You heard me.

You'll pack up and move to the
other mansion tomorrow.

As if Jamshid's daughter has
never been in this world.

If I hear you see her,

I'll forget that you're a relative and such things.

I'll give you only tonight.

Go make everything clear to your ex-wife.

So long.

What are you waiting for? Go.

Here.

Take this with you.

If Shirin hurts herself,

k*ll yourself before I do.

Ghobad.

I meant what I just said.

Take it.

Don't worry. It all will pass.

You'll divorce her and marry her
again when the dust settles.

So, you still haven't gotten to know Mr. Bozorg well!

- Nosrat?
- Coming sir.

Don't be afraid.

It's a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

The sky is cloudy.

I said I'd die without you, not this time.

You said you loved me, I think not,

Time and again, you said I love you?

Falling for these empty words I shall not,

Rejected once I'm devoted to you,

Your companion is all I wish to be,

Leaving you are, and I beg you to stay,

Another time I beg but insist I shall not,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart you're squeezing in your hand,

It's a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

It's a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

How can I be pleased in my own grave?

Departing you are, but my darling,

Forget me you may, but not deny,

You are cruel to me, however,

I may resent but never detest you,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart you're squeezing in your hand,

I'm all alone again.

I'm all on my own.

In the Day of judgment we shall meet again,