Silhouetted couple holding hands in a desolate, ruined landscape under a red night sky with a full moon and rain, in a dark fantasy painting style.

Illustration to this text: If you don't cry, our country will never change. Muhammad Hayreddin Where does our night begin, and where does someone else's end? I want to take you to the edge of our night where the falling sky almost begins. What if you were my wife in our night, not in someone else's? I want to forget the blindness of our hands where the cracks in your voice can be heard. Do you remember, lying on the edge of burnt villages, we wanted to never forget the frost of free days? I want to cry with the rain of our burnt villages where our youth feeds other people's graves Do you remember, you never wanted to forget the frost of our free days? See more