Orbital (2023) Movie Script
Based on a True Story Repeated
Are you back?
I missed you so much.
I was gradually forgetting you.
Hello, son.
Where are you?
Why's your cell off?
And you don't answer at home.
It'd be nice to give us a call sometimes.
We miss you.
I talked to Aida.
Don't bother her so much.
That house isn't ours any more.
Your father had to sell it.
So forget about it.
You must vacate in 3 weeks.
Pack up and move in with Aida.
Visit us when you get a chance.
Take care, bye.
I only have two or three weeks.
Exactly as long as the life of a lucky fly!
They talk about parallel worlds.
Right or wrong, I don't know.
But I think if there is
a parallel world, I'm
definitely a fly with
this much similarity.
Or maybe something like
Kafka's Metamorphosis,
where the guy became like a very big insect
and everybody left him in the end.
ORBITAL
Writer and Director: Meisam Hasanzadeh
Enough!
Show the background.
Give that to me and come on up.
Attention, those who didn't come.
Look what you missed.
So foolish of you not to come!
Careful, Milad!
We'll come together next week too.
Everything has been changed
by a young adorable girl.
She loves me and I love her.
After two years, for the first time
I'm enjoying moments of bliss again.
Nope!
I can't sleep tonight.
I'm having these thoughts again
I don't understand why I'm alone now.
I feel nothing is in its place.
I must review everything again,
from the very beginning.
I don't remember well what we first
told one another or where we met.
But I think everything began with a photo.
One day in the institute
when her class had ended and as usual,
she was taking photos,
she heard a sound upon leaving.
Either from behind the window or the
corridor, or maybe from behind the door.
I think I was deep into playing
and she heard the music,
and came until she reached behind my back.
Exactly behind me.
Mahsa!
She became the sole audience of
my concerts very soon.
- What now?
- I don't like it.
- What should I do?
- Play something else.
- What?
- I don't know.
- Say it.
- Anything.
Do you want to sing along?
Your breaths know
I'll become madly in love if you leave
Swear to your eyes
that hold the whole world in them
Don't let me be lost in this corner
Take my cold hands
that will wear your warm hands again
I fell for you, look!
I love you, that's all
Nobody like you will come on earth again
Everything became different
after Mahsa came into my life.
When I played and
sang for her, I felt I
was on stage in the
middle of a big concert.
Music, stage, Mahsa,
sound of the audience cheering.
I was crazy about that mood.
I remember I'd played this song
for her many times.
I even remember
I'd heard this song somewhere else too.
Where had I heard it? Where was it?
I fell for you, look!
I love you, that's all
It was in the car.
Yes, I had heard it in the car.
No! It wasn't that.
What was it?
It was Queen.
We were listening to Queen.
Where were we going?
I'm sure something important happened
in the car that day.
Because that music and image of the car
is vivid in my mind.
I have no doubt everything started here.
I must think more.
I must go back to before.
- Milad!
- What?
Let's take a picture with Shariati.
- Nice shot indeed!
- Very pretty.
I can't stretch my arm more.
- You're looking for a good shot?
- No.
Oh, I must get my book here.
I didn't because I had no money on me.
- Did you bring your wallet?
- I didn't bring my briefcase at all.
You forgot again!
- I didn't know.
- You forgot!
I came by car.
I'll go home and bring it quickly.
No need. I'll get it later, never mind.
Last days of college.
What are you recording?
But you were to take photos.
Take a picture. It isn't proper.
She saw us.
It isn't proper.
Recite a poem.
A poem gets close to
and far away from me.
Close and far! Like you, like the sea.
The paper remains blank
in front of me again.
I swear she didn't understand
even one word of it.
It was very nice.
Let me take a photo.
Take it.
Tuesday, the bookstore, Milad and I.
It wasn't like that.
It was what I liked.
Something I always liked to see in Mahsa.
It was only my mentality.
Mahsa didn't like poetry at all, far
less wanting me to read it to her aloud.
Most probably, I read it to myself again.
Still, the wind whistles in my ears
Still, the wind whistles in my ears
Still, fear flows in my veins
With a bandaged head,
a deep wound in the wing I don't have
I'm standing before you, O distracted boy.
Look well.
Giving in to dreams is a dangerous game
Like skiing on pitched roofs
We're taking photos now.
- Usual archives again?
- Yes.
Tuesday, in the library.
We'd go to the cinema on Thursdays.
Yes, I think we did.
You're filming?
You're crazy! Go down.
We're late. The film's started.
Okay, go. Don't you want to watch it?
- Aren't you coming?
- Yes.
It was always a question for me
what exactly mattered to Mahsa.
I liked very much to be in her place.
She didn't even have mercy on cinema.
Cut it! Okay.
We're going into the theater. Stop it!
We're not disturbing anyone.
Cut it! We want to watch a movie, stop it.
Okay.
It's started.
Cut it. I want to make a
film of my life as a keepsake.
Smile.
Don't disturb people.
Just a little smile.
People are watching a movie.
Just a little smile.
It was good, thanks.
Say bye.
Milad?
Milad?
Milad?
Where are you?
It whistles. It's getting worse every day.
It's nothing.
- What is that?
- A photo.
A photo?
- Everybody's watching.
- It's only a photo.
It's improper, they're all looking
- That's because you're a celebrity.
- Nonsense.
It's just a photo.
Is that why you don't want me in the photo?
I said they are watching.
- Good?
- Yes.
That is what I've always been afraid of.
Others, staring off.
I think about it whenever I leave home
My biggest problem is
that I don't know whether
or not to greet the
people I see outside.
I don't know if I know them or not.
If they know me or not.
I don't even know
if they glance at me or not.
But others look at me.
It's scary when you don't know
where you've seen that stranger before.
But they know you quite well.
Many times I think
others are filming or photographing me.
As Mahsa says, I'm nobody
but I feel they do that to me.
No!
None of the selfies had anything to do
with that day in the car.
I must think more.
Where did I go that morning?
Oh, music class!
My mobile alarm showed MUSIC CLASS.
Where are you, Milad?
It's Katyusha. We've practiced and
played it together many times.
I've forgotten it.
Record it. I'll play it again for you.
Nope! It wasn't that day either.
It was Saturday morning
if I'm not mistaken.
Where was I going on Saturday morning?
Oh, I wanted to run some errands
for Mahsa's dissertation.
That's why I'd set up the alarm.
TYPING AND BINDING MAHSA'S THESIS
Mahsa's thesis!
SHARIATI AVE, CAF FLAMANSHARIATI AVE, CAF FLAMANSHARIATI AVE, CAF FLAMANWe went to Caf Flamant on Saturdays
Hello.
Look at your watch.
When did you come?
- Where's your ring?
- Oh, where's my ring?
- Stop being funny.
- Let's go in.
- Were we to meet in the coffee shop?
- You said to come here.
- I just asked you to come early once.
- Yes, I'm 10 minutes late.
I don't want to talk about it.
Did you bring it?
Yes.
Oh, thank you, darling.
Thank you, Milad.
- Is that right?
- Yes.
My professor's notes.
- What is this?
- What is it?
Don't be funny. What is it?
- I told you to have it all typed.
- By God you didn't.
Don't swear.
It's on my phone. Want me to show you?
OK, we'll have it typed somewhere.
It's very late.
I don't want to be stuck in traffic.
- We'll go with my car.
- OK, let's do it.
Roll up the window.
Yeah, that's it. It is that same day.
The day we were listening to
Mahsa's favorite song,
Breath, by Reza Sadeqi.
As a repeat schedule, we always
went to Caf Flamant on Saturdays.
But it was Mahsa who disrupted the order
of this game with her thesis.
That's why I'd forgotten that day.
Then we'd listen to Queen.
We listened to Queen on and on.
We'd listen to Queen again.
So, what happened next?
I remembered this far before too.
Yes, we were going
after Mahsa's thesis works
We wanted to have
her professor's notes typed somewhere.
I don't know how long
we listened to Queen in the car,
but Queen bizarrely continued in my mind
without interruption.
Stop, Milad. It's here.
Pull over. We passed it.
- Stop, we passed it.
- What?
- Stop.
- Let me go a little further.
- I'll go, It's late.
- OK, wait.
No need to park. Wait for me here.
What happened next?
Where did we go?
I don't know.
It's foolish.
I returned a long time ago again.
This memory belongs to when we'd just met.
Unrelated to what happened that day.
What happened after Mahsa told me
to stop and where did we go?
What happened afterwards?
Stop here.
You passed it.
Stop the car.
What? You passed it, stop.
Let me go a little further.
Stop, I'll go.
Okay, wait.
It's late.
Don't park.
Wait for me here.
Oh, I took a shower.
I never take showers at night.
Maybe I brushed my teeth.
I didn't even have dinner.
I went to bed.
I was upset with something.
What was I upset with?
SORRY IT WAS MY FAULT.
I DIDN'T THINK.
There wasn't a NO PARKING sign there.
I don't know why they towed away the car.
Regardless of the NO PARKING sign,
wasn't my thesis in the car?
What if they stole the car?
What the hell could I do then?
I told you I'd be back soon.
Why did you come too?
Be kind and don't do anything.
Doing nothing will be the biggest help.
Bye.
I was a fool to want to help her.
I can imagine
my brain's right hemisphere wanted to go
to the copy shop to help Mahsa,
and the left hemisphere was busy
with checking the car lock.
I was one hemisphere short!
I needed another brain to tell me,
Fool!
You've parked under a NO PARKING sign!
You know someone, say 60,
spends nearly 5 years in the bathroom?
5 years! 1825 days or 43800
hours in the toilet, doing what!
I couldn't sleep that night.
As usual, I was checking
my old voice and text messages.
That night was one of
the worst nights of my life.
One of those nights you want to quickly
become morning so you can get up.
I was in a hurry for daybreak,
but that night seemed to be
the longest night of the year.
Because I wanted
to make everything right in the morning.
GOOD MORNING, DARLING
CAR DOCUMENTS
Where are the documents?
I made a mistake, but I'll fix it today.
When I say I will, I will!
I'll go to the shop to Aida.
I'll get the car documents,
then I'll go to the impounded cars parking,
and take Mahsa's papers to her.
And she'll regret what she told me.
I'm sure she will, no doubt about it.
Mahsa will regret it and most probably,
I'll also forget that she regrets
and wants to make up for it.
That's why I take no joy in the moment
she is going to apologize to me.
Unless I record my voice.
I record it to say that Mahsa is sorry.
Mahsa is sorry!
Mahsa is sorry!
Mahsa is sorry!
Aida! Open it.
Why is the shutter way down?
- How are you?
- Fine.
- I've brought you food.
- I don't want it.
- How's Shahriyar?
- Fine.
You bought paper again?
I told you we have enough.
OK, I'll return them.
We've spent so much on advertising fliers
and distribution.
It's paper. It won't rot!
We don't have extra money
for such things.
- Be a bit careful.
- Why do you nag so much?
OK, I'll fix it.
- How? With your mobile alarm?
- Count these.
Have you forgotten dad?
Why are you so stupid?
What's dad got to do with me?
He's nearly 70
and you compare him to me.
Then why do you ask me every week
where mum and dad are?
- Because I miss them.
- Yeah, right.
What happened to the house?
Why do you have this?
Why do I have it? You're so distracted.
You left it in the car.
I got it for you this morning.
And don't worry about the car.
I'll take care of it.
You're really great, Aida
Call me, Mahsa dear. I got your thesis.
Milad, tell Mahsa.
I know her, she'll cope with it.
You don't know her.
She'll be gone if she finds out.
What are you afraid of?
You ranked 3 in math & physics
- If I hadn't done military service...
- You're 35!
You're not a kid. Get a grip on yourself.
What can I do?
It's not in my will or control.
I'm not enjoying my situation.
Maybe you're escaping
from your problems.
Are you really my sister?
If Mahsa leaves me,
she'll never return.
I'm not in the mood to
discover someone new.
OK, all right!
If I am the shit I am
it's because of Mahsa.
I don't want to lose her.
OK, watch the shop. I'm busy.
Hello? Thank God!
I had a hard time convincing my professor.
No need for typing.
He said he passed all
the grades except mine.
I was lucky he accepted.
He said to take it to him in the afternoon.
Come to our usual place
and we'll take it to him.
His house is near there.
I'm in class and our professor came.
I can't talk. Bye for now.
DR JAMSHIDI MOTAHARI AVE
Dr. Jamshidi, Motahari Ave.
Dr. Jamshidi, Motahari Ave.
No!
No!
I've listened to it a
lot in the past few days.
Do you remember when and where?
Can you let it play?
This is it.
My Tuesdays, no, Wednesday's alarm.
Where? Do you remember?
I'm really stupid!
- Would you let it play?
- Sure.
It's not a catastrophe, Milad.
You've just forgotten.
That's all.
But I don't know
why it happens when I come here?
If you ask me about Mahsa's last
year birthday, I remember everything,
but I don't remember
what happened 10 minutes ago.
I don't know what suddenly happens.
It's quite natural because
your short-term memory is bothering you,
not long-term.
Don't you want to tell Mahsa?
I don't think it's a big problem.
It isn't a problem, but there is something.
I told you in previous sessions.
These are symptoms of dementia.
What dementia?
My memory is working,
the short or long-term.
There is nothing wrong
with a diabetic either.
They just have to observe certain things
and take medications to manage.
- Doctor, the more...
- Milad, you must accept it first.
- I won't tell Aida anything.
- You mean Mahsa?
Yes, Mahsa.
Why nobody tells her that
she is distracted?
Why doesn't anybody
think she has a problem?
She doesn't see me
or all the things I do for her.
Sometimes I think
she's so distracted she doesn't see me.
She wants everything to be in order.
How's that possible?
I'm setting an alarm for everything.
It is foolish.
Soon I have to set the alarm
for going to the toilet too!
You used to read me a poem you
really liked. The one with a fly in it.
It was a quatrain.
- It was by Khayyam.
- Right.
Khayyam is one of a kind.
A drop of water joined the sea
Came a fly
I'll read it again.
When I read it in the past,
everybody said it was similar to me.
Well, yes.
Khayyam, mathematics, poetry.
No, I meant the fly!
Oh, the fly
- Don't you want to record our session?
- Yes, I forgot again.
We all have things to lose in life.
I left the doctor's office.
Where did I go then?
I don't know why but I remember
I sat in the water canal for half an hour.
Oh, I was listening to
what the doctor said.
I think he talked about my illness.
I wasn't feeling well.
You could tell by the way he talked.
It was like when doctors
try to calm down patients
Vain consolations.
I wasn't feeling well at all.
I think I sat there for half an hour
and then began walking aimlessly.
I was so distracted that I lost my footing.
Then I went to the street. I didn't
listen to the doctor's words any more.
I walked in the street
aimlessly for an hour.
I walked till the time to meet Mahsa.
Then I went by taxi or bus,
I don't know, what's the difference?
I went to Mahsa to give her the thesis.
I wasn't feeling well at all.
I don't remember what we were saying.
It is the last image in my mind of Mahsa.
No, that's not it! I'm sure it isn't.
If that's so, then where is Mahsa now?
Why am I alone?
What happened that day?
I listened to what the doctor said
about forgetfulness.
The doctor told me the whole truth
for the first time.
Then I walked in the street
till the time to see Mahsa.
Mahsa was very angry. But why?
No, it doesn't make sense.
Thank you for trying to encourage me,
but thanks, I don't really need it.
I understand your difficult situation.
That every night you sleep,
you don't know what will be wiped
from your memory the next morning.
These are your own words I'm reminding you.
To explain your
illness from your
perspective, your mind
is full of motions now.
It remembers and deletes constantly.
Something like random motion.
That is,
the random motion of particles in a fluid.
Imagine the tea in my hand.
When the tea mixes
with water molecules, the
color of the tea
constantly moves in water.
Your mind is exactly like random motion.
It jumps from one point to another.
Unpredictable, yet conditional.
But completely free.
All events in life are new to you as
if you're facing them for the first time.
Purely accidental.
But don't worry at
all. It's a part of life.
Consider it an exciting experience and pass
by it. Try to lower your antidepressants.
Music, mobile alarm,
they all help but are not a cure.
The best way you can help yourself
is to accept.
Accept the reality and don't fear it.
Excuse me, can I
use your card for a call?
Sure, go ahead.
I felt Mahsa was getting farther away
from me every moment.
I had to do something.
Today is Saturday.
Saturday. Today is important.
We went to Caf Flamant on Saturdays.
But not that Saturday.
It doesn't matter if we went there or not.
Where we went after the caf is important.
Where we went after the caf is important.
I was in the car last Saturday.
I was... What was I listening to?
Where was I going?
What was I listening to in the car?
We went to the university
on Sundays and Wednesdays.
Mahsa had classes.
We usually met at the caf
behind the university.
And many times in the university.
Tuesdays! We went to the bookshop.
We read books.
Kafka, Khayyam poems, Goethe.
I remember that
but it's no use to me now.
We went to the cinema on Thursdays.
Mostly Art and Experience films.
Sundays and Wednesdays.
Tuesdays.
Saturdays.
Thursdays.
Careful, Milad!
I think I was in the streets for an hour.
I remember I found our shop's flyer.
KHAYYAM TYPING AND COPYING
Khayyam Ave.
How confused I am!
Milad, what are you doing?
You locked the door
and were gone for a few hours.
Never mind me. Mahsa called 10 times.
They mugged my mobile.
Will you call Mahsa?
Milad, come to 41 St, Azadi Ave.
It's behind our university.
It was a Sunday, not Saturday.
So we were to meet at 41 St,
Azadi Ave, behind the university.
Hello, Mahsa. Sorry I'm very late.
You'll never change.
I thought you'd get okay,
but I was mistaken.
- I only forgot where we were meeting.
- I sent a message and begged you.
I'm sorry but I was checking my mobile
when they snatched it.
I don't care. To hell with it!
Have you ever been
on time once by chance?
I apologized.
Do you ever think what happens
if I'm in an emergency and need your help?
- But my phone was stolen...
- I don't know to be angry, upset, or what!
None of that.
- I have to talk to you.
- I don't want to hear anything!
You've said everything before.
I hid something from you.
I must say it, if you want to hear it.
What I'm going to tell you might be
the reason for all the problems between us.
- Stop it, Milad!
- Will you let me talk?
Yes, I'm absent-minded and forgetful,
or not punctual but it's unintentional.
I have forgetfulness
and seeing a doctor for it.
I've even forgotten
the name of that stupid disorder.
But I'm trying to fix it.
So what?
You told me all this two days ago.
- I didn't.
- You did, I remember well.
- It's the first time I'm telling you.
- OK, whatever you say.
Give me my thesis.
My professor doesn't even answer my calls.
Guess he's already gone on a trip.
- Give me the damn dissertation!
- May I use your
Why was your phone off for 2 hours?
It was unprecedented.
By God they stole my mobile.
You could've let me know and I'd come
or called from a phone booth.
I don't know your number by heart.
Or anybody else's.
Doesn't matter.
Nothing matters any more.
Give the damn paper.
No, Mahsa!
Give it.
I'm talking.
- I want to go.
- But I'm talking!
I'll give your papers
but listen to me first.
- Where is it?
- Wait, don't nag so much.
PROFESSOR HAMED TEHRANI
It's off.
By God I put them in my bag
in the morning.
- Get out of my car.
- I put them in a bag...
These are your music rubbish, not my
papers. I don't want to see you again!
Maybe they fell
where they stole my mobile...
Get out, Milad!
Out!
Out of my car!
Mahsa left.
Yes, Mahsa left.
Yes, Mahsa left.
What's she listening
to in the car after me?
Oh, you're crazy, Milad.
What are you thinking about now?
Sunday.
Thursday.
Saturday.
Monday.
- They didn't have it.
- Doesn't matter.
To you with love!
Thank you, how green and fresh.
This is pretty not green and fresh.
- Thank you, how green and fresh.
- This is pretty not green and fresh.
Did you find it?
I did, but if we're going to record,
I saw one of my tracks here,
and thought it could be in the film.
- That's the one you composed 2 years ago.
- Yes, I haven't made anything for 2 years.
- Milad?
- Is it good?
Yeah, it is.
We've listened to it many times.
Just one thing
Don't talk about your music and composing
in front of my family.
- Well, it is my music.
- Yeah, but don't say anything.
Don't say that you're a musician
or write it.
They're not into music as
they're traditional and different.
- Just don't talk about it.
- Okay.
You were to play my favorite song
But your family isn't in the car now.
And you said you liked my music.
Why did you change it?
Yes, it's good and I like it,
but we were to make a film with this song.
We were looking for this, right?
- Is it good?
- Very much!
- But you liked it.
- I love it!
I wish I'd made it!
Compose a piece for me.
Only for me.
- Just like that?
- A romantic one.
It is. Change the title and it'll be that.
No, I don't think so.
Is she listening to this after me?
But this is a very happy song. It's stupid!
Should be a little sad, a few teardrops!
I don't think this music is high-tempo.
Something slower and livelier.
Something like this.
She can at least play
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.
It is one of the last songs
Freddie Mercury made and sang.
Right when he found out he had AIDS.
Like me when I found out
I have a loss of memory.
This music is fantastic. I can feel it.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go.
Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth
Mama, oooh
Any way the wind blows
I don't want to die, I sometimes
wish I'd never been born at all.
Mama, I don't want to die.
Mahsa, look at me. People are looking.
I always wished to go to the
park with my birthday balloons.
One for you You're welcome.
Mahsa!
Since childhood, I always wanted to
give balloons to the kids on my birthday.
One for you You're welcome.
Mahsa!
That's enough.
Come, I want to send one up.
Just hurry.
Are you nagging again?
It's my birthday! It's not nice.
- Everybody's looking at you.
- So what?
1, 2, 3!
I don't want to die.
I haven't done anything yet.
Everything has been changed
by a young adorable girl.
She loves me and I love her.
After two years, for the first time
I'm enjoying moments of bliss.
Unfortunately, she's not from my social
class and I cannot possibly marry her.
I must try harder.
They say
Beethoven wrote this for his beloved.
It is so much like my life.
Especially the last part,
I must try harder.
I'm sure Beethoven came to the conclusion
at the end of his life
that trying alone is not effective.
Most probably,
he lost the letter he had written,
like Mahsa's dissertation that I lost,
and didn't have time to make it alright.
Who are you to...
I talked so much nonsense that day.
I wandered about aimlessly for hours
and compared myself to the music geniuses.
If any of the geniuses were living now,
these shrinks would stigmatize them.
For example, they'd say,
Mr. Chopin, you have bipolar disorder!
Or they'd tell Mozart
extra respectfully,
I'm sorry, but I think
you have depression.
But they lived well.
Lived well and died well,
a chic and classic death!
But me?
A jalopy pickup without insurance
would hit me and run from fear.
A silent, soundless death!
My family are far away,
Mahsa has left me.
And it'd take Aida a long time to find me
because nobody knows where I am.
In the end, the police or dustmen
would find and bury me somewhere.
I remember I went home afterwards.
I was in a hurry.
What was it I had to do?
I cant!
I have to play it on the piano.
At night in the alley of sorrow
My tears become stars
I never found out why Mahsa filmed us
wherever we went.
Well, her major was photography,
but that's unrelated.
Why did she film us wherever we went?
Maybe she did that for me
so I wouldn't forget.
Did Mahsa know?
Mahsa dear, I've kept the truth from you.
And I haven't been able to sleep
for a few nights.
It's bothering me.
I didn't want to hide it.
The disappointments we have sometimes,
because I forget things,
or am confused as you put it
I remember I took this film for Mahsa.
Yes, it is on my mobile.
Did Mahsa know about my problem?
If so, why did she do that and leave?
Maybe it was better if she didn't know.
How do I know I sent this film to her?
But I remember
I didn't send her this film.
Maybe the doctor told her everything.
I have an illness
whose name I can't remember now.
I'm seeing a doctor
and trying to improve it.
I give my eyes to the clouds
The sky pours rain
I sing, oh, Farangis,
Your love devastated me.
You're crazy!
- Say goodbye to your mustache.
- Stop it, Mahsa!
I want to cut your mustache.
I don't like it.
Don't, Milad!
Hi, Milad. Your phone is off.
I called your home, but no answer.
I got angry that day, it was your fault.
You promised and told me not to worry
but you ruined all my plans.
My professor went to Canada
and you delayed me for one semester.
I've been coping with your condition
for 3 years.
With all of it!
But you've even forgotten our plan
for marriage and talking to my father.
I think I don't know you any more.
Milad! Please, pick up the phone.
I know you haven't vacated your house yet.
Pick up the phone.
You won't answer?
It seems you've made up your mind.
So, I won't bother you again.
What'll happen
if I erase all these messages?
Everything was so good in the beginning.
Mahsa will leave.
- Goodbye.
She'll leave and I'll forget again why.
I'm sure I'll forget everything
except the row in the car.
Because I've reviewed the case of
her thesis in my mind more.
I still think it is Mahsa who's left me.
I like this version more
In this version, I'm a failed lover who can
compose lyrics and music for his griefs,
and there's nobody to call him confused.
Yes. I myself left Mahsa.
I only remember this far.
That's why I'm alone now.
I don't know how much is left of the time
my mother said I had to vacate the house.
I must use this opportunity.
I must complete my lyrics and music.
Maybe many are waiting to hear it.
Failed again.
I got very close to him this time
I'd become completely like him.
I only forgot my song.
Are you back?
I missed you so much.
I was gradually forgetting you.
I don't exactly remember where we first met
or what we told one other.
But I think everything
began from one photo.
Are you back?
I missed you so much.
I was gradually forgetting you.
Hello, son.
Where are you?
Why's your cell off?
And you don't answer at home.
It'd be nice to give us a call sometimes.
We miss you.
I talked to Aida.
Don't bother her so much.
That house isn't ours any more.
Your father had to sell it.
So forget about it.
You must vacate in 3 weeks.
Pack up and move in with Aida.
Visit us when you get a chance.
Take care, bye.
I only have two or three weeks.
Exactly as long as the life of a lucky fly!
They talk about parallel worlds.
Right or wrong, I don't know.
But I think if there is
a parallel world, I'm
definitely a fly with
this much similarity.
Or maybe something like
Kafka's Metamorphosis,
where the guy became like a very big insect
and everybody left him in the end.
ORBITAL
Writer and Director: Meisam Hasanzadeh
Enough!
Show the background.
Give that to me and come on up.
Attention, those who didn't come.
Look what you missed.
So foolish of you not to come!
Careful, Milad!
We'll come together next week too.
Everything has been changed
by a young adorable girl.
She loves me and I love her.
After two years, for the first time
I'm enjoying moments of bliss again.
Nope!
I can't sleep tonight.
I'm having these thoughts again
I don't understand why I'm alone now.
I feel nothing is in its place.
I must review everything again,
from the very beginning.
I don't remember well what we first
told one another or where we met.
But I think everything began with a photo.
One day in the institute
when her class had ended and as usual,
she was taking photos,
she heard a sound upon leaving.
Either from behind the window or the
corridor, or maybe from behind the door.
I think I was deep into playing
and she heard the music,
and came until she reached behind my back.
Exactly behind me.
Mahsa!
She became the sole audience of
my concerts very soon.
- What now?
- I don't like it.
- What should I do?
- Play something else.
- What?
- I don't know.
- Say it.
- Anything.
Do you want to sing along?
Your breaths know
I'll become madly in love if you leave
Swear to your eyes
that hold the whole world in them
Don't let me be lost in this corner
Take my cold hands
that will wear your warm hands again
I fell for you, look!
I love you, that's all
Nobody like you will come on earth again
Everything became different
after Mahsa came into my life.
When I played and
sang for her, I felt I
was on stage in the
middle of a big concert.
Music, stage, Mahsa,
sound of the audience cheering.
I was crazy about that mood.
I remember I'd played this song
for her many times.
I even remember
I'd heard this song somewhere else too.
Where had I heard it? Where was it?
I fell for you, look!
I love you, that's all
It was in the car.
Yes, I had heard it in the car.
No! It wasn't that.
What was it?
It was Queen.
We were listening to Queen.
Where were we going?
I'm sure something important happened
in the car that day.
Because that music and image of the car
is vivid in my mind.
I have no doubt everything started here.
I must think more.
I must go back to before.
- Milad!
- What?
Let's take a picture with Shariati.
- Nice shot indeed!
- Very pretty.
I can't stretch my arm more.
- You're looking for a good shot?
- No.
Oh, I must get my book here.
I didn't because I had no money on me.
- Did you bring your wallet?
- I didn't bring my briefcase at all.
You forgot again!
- I didn't know.
- You forgot!
I came by car.
I'll go home and bring it quickly.
No need. I'll get it later, never mind.
Last days of college.
What are you recording?
But you were to take photos.
Take a picture. It isn't proper.
She saw us.
It isn't proper.
Recite a poem.
A poem gets close to
and far away from me.
Close and far! Like you, like the sea.
The paper remains blank
in front of me again.
I swear she didn't understand
even one word of it.
It was very nice.
Let me take a photo.
Take it.
Tuesday, the bookstore, Milad and I.
It wasn't like that.
It was what I liked.
Something I always liked to see in Mahsa.
It was only my mentality.
Mahsa didn't like poetry at all, far
less wanting me to read it to her aloud.
Most probably, I read it to myself again.
Still, the wind whistles in my ears
Still, the wind whistles in my ears
Still, fear flows in my veins
With a bandaged head,
a deep wound in the wing I don't have
I'm standing before you, O distracted boy.
Look well.
Giving in to dreams is a dangerous game
Like skiing on pitched roofs
We're taking photos now.
- Usual archives again?
- Yes.
Tuesday, in the library.
We'd go to the cinema on Thursdays.
Yes, I think we did.
You're filming?
You're crazy! Go down.
We're late. The film's started.
Okay, go. Don't you want to watch it?
- Aren't you coming?
- Yes.
It was always a question for me
what exactly mattered to Mahsa.
I liked very much to be in her place.
She didn't even have mercy on cinema.
Cut it! Okay.
We're going into the theater. Stop it!
We're not disturbing anyone.
Cut it! We want to watch a movie, stop it.
Okay.
It's started.
Cut it. I want to make a
film of my life as a keepsake.
Smile.
Don't disturb people.
Just a little smile.
People are watching a movie.
Just a little smile.
It was good, thanks.
Say bye.
Milad?
Milad?
Milad?
Where are you?
It whistles. It's getting worse every day.
It's nothing.
- What is that?
- A photo.
A photo?
- Everybody's watching.
- It's only a photo.
It's improper, they're all looking
- That's because you're a celebrity.
- Nonsense.
It's just a photo.
Is that why you don't want me in the photo?
I said they are watching.
- Good?
- Yes.
That is what I've always been afraid of.
Others, staring off.
I think about it whenever I leave home
My biggest problem is
that I don't know whether
or not to greet the
people I see outside.
I don't know if I know them or not.
If they know me or not.
I don't even know
if they glance at me or not.
But others look at me.
It's scary when you don't know
where you've seen that stranger before.
But they know you quite well.
Many times I think
others are filming or photographing me.
As Mahsa says, I'm nobody
but I feel they do that to me.
No!
None of the selfies had anything to do
with that day in the car.
I must think more.
Where did I go that morning?
Oh, music class!
My mobile alarm showed MUSIC CLASS.
Where are you, Milad?
It's Katyusha. We've practiced and
played it together many times.
I've forgotten it.
Record it. I'll play it again for you.
Nope! It wasn't that day either.
It was Saturday morning
if I'm not mistaken.
Where was I going on Saturday morning?
Oh, I wanted to run some errands
for Mahsa's dissertation.
That's why I'd set up the alarm.
TYPING AND BINDING MAHSA'S THESIS
Mahsa's thesis!
SHARIATI AVE, CAF FLAMANSHARIATI AVE, CAF FLAMANSHARIATI AVE, CAF FLAMANWe went to Caf Flamant on Saturdays
Hello.
Look at your watch.
When did you come?
- Where's your ring?
- Oh, where's my ring?
- Stop being funny.
- Let's go in.
- Were we to meet in the coffee shop?
- You said to come here.
- I just asked you to come early once.
- Yes, I'm 10 minutes late.
I don't want to talk about it.
Did you bring it?
Yes.
Oh, thank you, darling.
Thank you, Milad.
- Is that right?
- Yes.
My professor's notes.
- What is this?
- What is it?
Don't be funny. What is it?
- I told you to have it all typed.
- By God you didn't.
Don't swear.
It's on my phone. Want me to show you?
OK, we'll have it typed somewhere.
It's very late.
I don't want to be stuck in traffic.
- We'll go with my car.
- OK, let's do it.
Roll up the window.
Yeah, that's it. It is that same day.
The day we were listening to
Mahsa's favorite song,
Breath, by Reza Sadeqi.
As a repeat schedule, we always
went to Caf Flamant on Saturdays.
But it was Mahsa who disrupted the order
of this game with her thesis.
That's why I'd forgotten that day.
Then we'd listen to Queen.
We listened to Queen on and on.
We'd listen to Queen again.
So, what happened next?
I remembered this far before too.
Yes, we were going
after Mahsa's thesis works
We wanted to have
her professor's notes typed somewhere.
I don't know how long
we listened to Queen in the car,
but Queen bizarrely continued in my mind
without interruption.
Stop, Milad. It's here.
Pull over. We passed it.
- Stop, we passed it.
- What?
- Stop.
- Let me go a little further.
- I'll go, It's late.
- OK, wait.
No need to park. Wait for me here.
What happened next?
Where did we go?
I don't know.
It's foolish.
I returned a long time ago again.
This memory belongs to when we'd just met.
Unrelated to what happened that day.
What happened after Mahsa told me
to stop and where did we go?
What happened afterwards?
Stop here.
You passed it.
Stop the car.
What? You passed it, stop.
Let me go a little further.
Stop, I'll go.
Okay, wait.
It's late.
Don't park.
Wait for me here.
Oh, I took a shower.
I never take showers at night.
Maybe I brushed my teeth.
I didn't even have dinner.
I went to bed.
I was upset with something.
What was I upset with?
SORRY IT WAS MY FAULT.
I DIDN'T THINK.
There wasn't a NO PARKING sign there.
I don't know why they towed away the car.
Regardless of the NO PARKING sign,
wasn't my thesis in the car?
What if they stole the car?
What the hell could I do then?
I told you I'd be back soon.
Why did you come too?
Be kind and don't do anything.
Doing nothing will be the biggest help.
Bye.
I was a fool to want to help her.
I can imagine
my brain's right hemisphere wanted to go
to the copy shop to help Mahsa,
and the left hemisphere was busy
with checking the car lock.
I was one hemisphere short!
I needed another brain to tell me,
Fool!
You've parked under a NO PARKING sign!
You know someone, say 60,
spends nearly 5 years in the bathroom?
5 years! 1825 days or 43800
hours in the toilet, doing what!
I couldn't sleep that night.
As usual, I was checking
my old voice and text messages.
That night was one of
the worst nights of my life.
One of those nights you want to quickly
become morning so you can get up.
I was in a hurry for daybreak,
but that night seemed to be
the longest night of the year.
Because I wanted
to make everything right in the morning.
GOOD MORNING, DARLING
CAR DOCUMENTS
Where are the documents?
I made a mistake, but I'll fix it today.
When I say I will, I will!
I'll go to the shop to Aida.
I'll get the car documents,
then I'll go to the impounded cars parking,
and take Mahsa's papers to her.
And she'll regret what she told me.
I'm sure she will, no doubt about it.
Mahsa will regret it and most probably,
I'll also forget that she regrets
and wants to make up for it.
That's why I take no joy in the moment
she is going to apologize to me.
Unless I record my voice.
I record it to say that Mahsa is sorry.
Mahsa is sorry!
Mahsa is sorry!
Mahsa is sorry!
Aida! Open it.
Why is the shutter way down?
- How are you?
- Fine.
- I've brought you food.
- I don't want it.
- How's Shahriyar?
- Fine.
You bought paper again?
I told you we have enough.
OK, I'll return them.
We've spent so much on advertising fliers
and distribution.
It's paper. It won't rot!
We don't have extra money
for such things.
- Be a bit careful.
- Why do you nag so much?
OK, I'll fix it.
- How? With your mobile alarm?
- Count these.
Have you forgotten dad?
Why are you so stupid?
What's dad got to do with me?
He's nearly 70
and you compare him to me.
Then why do you ask me every week
where mum and dad are?
- Because I miss them.
- Yeah, right.
What happened to the house?
Why do you have this?
Why do I have it? You're so distracted.
You left it in the car.
I got it for you this morning.
And don't worry about the car.
I'll take care of it.
You're really great, Aida
Call me, Mahsa dear. I got your thesis.
Milad, tell Mahsa.
I know her, she'll cope with it.
You don't know her.
She'll be gone if she finds out.
What are you afraid of?
You ranked 3 in math & physics
- If I hadn't done military service...
- You're 35!
You're not a kid. Get a grip on yourself.
What can I do?
It's not in my will or control.
I'm not enjoying my situation.
Maybe you're escaping
from your problems.
Are you really my sister?
If Mahsa leaves me,
she'll never return.
I'm not in the mood to
discover someone new.
OK, all right!
If I am the shit I am
it's because of Mahsa.
I don't want to lose her.
OK, watch the shop. I'm busy.
Hello? Thank God!
I had a hard time convincing my professor.
No need for typing.
He said he passed all
the grades except mine.
I was lucky he accepted.
He said to take it to him in the afternoon.
Come to our usual place
and we'll take it to him.
His house is near there.
I'm in class and our professor came.
I can't talk. Bye for now.
DR JAMSHIDI MOTAHARI AVE
Dr. Jamshidi, Motahari Ave.
Dr. Jamshidi, Motahari Ave.
No!
No!
I've listened to it a
lot in the past few days.
Do you remember when and where?
Can you let it play?
This is it.
My Tuesdays, no, Wednesday's alarm.
Where? Do you remember?
I'm really stupid!
- Would you let it play?
- Sure.
It's not a catastrophe, Milad.
You've just forgotten.
That's all.
But I don't know
why it happens when I come here?
If you ask me about Mahsa's last
year birthday, I remember everything,
but I don't remember
what happened 10 minutes ago.
I don't know what suddenly happens.
It's quite natural because
your short-term memory is bothering you,
not long-term.
Don't you want to tell Mahsa?
I don't think it's a big problem.
It isn't a problem, but there is something.
I told you in previous sessions.
These are symptoms of dementia.
What dementia?
My memory is working,
the short or long-term.
There is nothing wrong
with a diabetic either.
They just have to observe certain things
and take medications to manage.
- Doctor, the more...
- Milad, you must accept it first.
- I won't tell Aida anything.
- You mean Mahsa?
Yes, Mahsa.
Why nobody tells her that
she is distracted?
Why doesn't anybody
think she has a problem?
She doesn't see me
or all the things I do for her.
Sometimes I think
she's so distracted she doesn't see me.
She wants everything to be in order.
How's that possible?
I'm setting an alarm for everything.
It is foolish.
Soon I have to set the alarm
for going to the toilet too!
You used to read me a poem you
really liked. The one with a fly in it.
It was a quatrain.
- It was by Khayyam.
- Right.
Khayyam is one of a kind.
A drop of water joined the sea
Came a fly
I'll read it again.
When I read it in the past,
everybody said it was similar to me.
Well, yes.
Khayyam, mathematics, poetry.
No, I meant the fly!
Oh, the fly
- Don't you want to record our session?
- Yes, I forgot again.
We all have things to lose in life.
I left the doctor's office.
Where did I go then?
I don't know why but I remember
I sat in the water canal for half an hour.
Oh, I was listening to
what the doctor said.
I think he talked about my illness.
I wasn't feeling well.
You could tell by the way he talked.
It was like when doctors
try to calm down patients
Vain consolations.
I wasn't feeling well at all.
I think I sat there for half an hour
and then began walking aimlessly.
I was so distracted that I lost my footing.
Then I went to the street. I didn't
listen to the doctor's words any more.
I walked in the street
aimlessly for an hour.
I walked till the time to meet Mahsa.
Then I went by taxi or bus,
I don't know, what's the difference?
I went to Mahsa to give her the thesis.
I wasn't feeling well at all.
I don't remember what we were saying.
It is the last image in my mind of Mahsa.
No, that's not it! I'm sure it isn't.
If that's so, then where is Mahsa now?
Why am I alone?
What happened that day?
I listened to what the doctor said
about forgetfulness.
The doctor told me the whole truth
for the first time.
Then I walked in the street
till the time to see Mahsa.
Mahsa was very angry. But why?
No, it doesn't make sense.
Thank you for trying to encourage me,
but thanks, I don't really need it.
I understand your difficult situation.
That every night you sleep,
you don't know what will be wiped
from your memory the next morning.
These are your own words I'm reminding you.
To explain your
illness from your
perspective, your mind
is full of motions now.
It remembers and deletes constantly.
Something like random motion.
That is,
the random motion of particles in a fluid.
Imagine the tea in my hand.
When the tea mixes
with water molecules, the
color of the tea
constantly moves in water.
Your mind is exactly like random motion.
It jumps from one point to another.
Unpredictable, yet conditional.
But completely free.
All events in life are new to you as
if you're facing them for the first time.
Purely accidental.
But don't worry at
all. It's a part of life.
Consider it an exciting experience and pass
by it. Try to lower your antidepressants.
Music, mobile alarm,
they all help but are not a cure.
The best way you can help yourself
is to accept.
Accept the reality and don't fear it.
Excuse me, can I
use your card for a call?
Sure, go ahead.
I felt Mahsa was getting farther away
from me every moment.
I had to do something.
Today is Saturday.
Saturday. Today is important.
We went to Caf Flamant on Saturdays.
But not that Saturday.
It doesn't matter if we went there or not.
Where we went after the caf is important.
Where we went after the caf is important.
I was in the car last Saturday.
I was... What was I listening to?
Where was I going?
What was I listening to in the car?
We went to the university
on Sundays and Wednesdays.
Mahsa had classes.
We usually met at the caf
behind the university.
And many times in the university.
Tuesdays! We went to the bookshop.
We read books.
Kafka, Khayyam poems, Goethe.
I remember that
but it's no use to me now.
We went to the cinema on Thursdays.
Mostly Art and Experience films.
Sundays and Wednesdays.
Tuesdays.
Saturdays.
Thursdays.
Careful, Milad!
I think I was in the streets for an hour.
I remember I found our shop's flyer.
KHAYYAM TYPING AND COPYING
Khayyam Ave.
How confused I am!
Milad, what are you doing?
You locked the door
and were gone for a few hours.
Never mind me. Mahsa called 10 times.
They mugged my mobile.
Will you call Mahsa?
Milad, come to 41 St, Azadi Ave.
It's behind our university.
It was a Sunday, not Saturday.
So we were to meet at 41 St,
Azadi Ave, behind the university.
Hello, Mahsa. Sorry I'm very late.
You'll never change.
I thought you'd get okay,
but I was mistaken.
- I only forgot where we were meeting.
- I sent a message and begged you.
I'm sorry but I was checking my mobile
when they snatched it.
I don't care. To hell with it!
Have you ever been
on time once by chance?
I apologized.
Do you ever think what happens
if I'm in an emergency and need your help?
- But my phone was stolen...
- I don't know to be angry, upset, or what!
None of that.
- I have to talk to you.
- I don't want to hear anything!
You've said everything before.
I hid something from you.
I must say it, if you want to hear it.
What I'm going to tell you might be
the reason for all the problems between us.
- Stop it, Milad!
- Will you let me talk?
Yes, I'm absent-minded and forgetful,
or not punctual but it's unintentional.
I have forgetfulness
and seeing a doctor for it.
I've even forgotten
the name of that stupid disorder.
But I'm trying to fix it.
So what?
You told me all this two days ago.
- I didn't.
- You did, I remember well.
- It's the first time I'm telling you.
- OK, whatever you say.
Give me my thesis.
My professor doesn't even answer my calls.
Guess he's already gone on a trip.
- Give me the damn dissertation!
- May I use your
Why was your phone off for 2 hours?
It was unprecedented.
By God they stole my mobile.
You could've let me know and I'd come
or called from a phone booth.
I don't know your number by heart.
Or anybody else's.
Doesn't matter.
Nothing matters any more.
Give the damn paper.
No, Mahsa!
Give it.
I'm talking.
- I want to go.
- But I'm talking!
I'll give your papers
but listen to me first.
- Where is it?
- Wait, don't nag so much.
PROFESSOR HAMED TEHRANI
It's off.
By God I put them in my bag
in the morning.
- Get out of my car.
- I put them in a bag...
These are your music rubbish, not my
papers. I don't want to see you again!
Maybe they fell
where they stole my mobile...
Get out, Milad!
Out!
Out of my car!
Mahsa left.
Yes, Mahsa left.
Yes, Mahsa left.
What's she listening
to in the car after me?
Oh, you're crazy, Milad.
What are you thinking about now?
Sunday.
Thursday.
Saturday.
Monday.
- They didn't have it.
- Doesn't matter.
To you with love!
Thank you, how green and fresh.
This is pretty not green and fresh.
- Thank you, how green and fresh.
- This is pretty not green and fresh.
Did you find it?
I did, but if we're going to record,
I saw one of my tracks here,
and thought it could be in the film.
- That's the one you composed 2 years ago.
- Yes, I haven't made anything for 2 years.
- Milad?
- Is it good?
Yeah, it is.
We've listened to it many times.
Just one thing
Don't talk about your music and composing
in front of my family.
- Well, it is my music.
- Yeah, but don't say anything.
Don't say that you're a musician
or write it.
They're not into music as
they're traditional and different.
- Just don't talk about it.
- Okay.
You were to play my favorite song
But your family isn't in the car now.
And you said you liked my music.
Why did you change it?
Yes, it's good and I like it,
but we were to make a film with this song.
We were looking for this, right?
- Is it good?
- Very much!
- But you liked it.
- I love it!
I wish I'd made it!
Compose a piece for me.
Only for me.
- Just like that?
- A romantic one.
It is. Change the title and it'll be that.
No, I don't think so.
Is she listening to this after me?
But this is a very happy song. It's stupid!
Should be a little sad, a few teardrops!
I don't think this music is high-tempo.
Something slower and livelier.
Something like this.
She can at least play
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.
It is one of the last songs
Freddie Mercury made and sang.
Right when he found out he had AIDS.
Like me when I found out
I have a loss of memory.
This music is fantastic. I can feel it.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go.
Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth
Mama, oooh
Any way the wind blows
I don't want to die, I sometimes
wish I'd never been born at all.
Mama, I don't want to die.
Mahsa, look at me. People are looking.
I always wished to go to the
park with my birthday balloons.
One for you You're welcome.
Mahsa!
Since childhood, I always wanted to
give balloons to the kids on my birthday.
One for you You're welcome.
Mahsa!
That's enough.
Come, I want to send one up.
Just hurry.
Are you nagging again?
It's my birthday! It's not nice.
- Everybody's looking at you.
- So what?
1, 2, 3!
I don't want to die.
I haven't done anything yet.
Everything has been changed
by a young adorable girl.
She loves me and I love her.
After two years, for the first time
I'm enjoying moments of bliss.
Unfortunately, she's not from my social
class and I cannot possibly marry her.
I must try harder.
They say
Beethoven wrote this for his beloved.
It is so much like my life.
Especially the last part,
I must try harder.
I'm sure Beethoven came to the conclusion
at the end of his life
that trying alone is not effective.
Most probably,
he lost the letter he had written,
like Mahsa's dissertation that I lost,
and didn't have time to make it alright.
Who are you to...
I talked so much nonsense that day.
I wandered about aimlessly for hours
and compared myself to the music geniuses.
If any of the geniuses were living now,
these shrinks would stigmatize them.
For example, they'd say,
Mr. Chopin, you have bipolar disorder!
Or they'd tell Mozart
extra respectfully,
I'm sorry, but I think
you have depression.
But they lived well.
Lived well and died well,
a chic and classic death!
But me?
A jalopy pickup without insurance
would hit me and run from fear.
A silent, soundless death!
My family are far away,
Mahsa has left me.
And it'd take Aida a long time to find me
because nobody knows where I am.
In the end, the police or dustmen
would find and bury me somewhere.
I remember I went home afterwards.
I was in a hurry.
What was it I had to do?
I cant!
I have to play it on the piano.
At night in the alley of sorrow
My tears become stars
I never found out why Mahsa filmed us
wherever we went.
Well, her major was photography,
but that's unrelated.
Why did she film us wherever we went?
Maybe she did that for me
so I wouldn't forget.
Did Mahsa know?
Mahsa dear, I've kept the truth from you.
And I haven't been able to sleep
for a few nights.
It's bothering me.
I didn't want to hide it.
The disappointments we have sometimes,
because I forget things,
or am confused as you put it
I remember I took this film for Mahsa.
Yes, it is on my mobile.
Did Mahsa know about my problem?
If so, why did she do that and leave?
Maybe it was better if she didn't know.
How do I know I sent this film to her?
But I remember
I didn't send her this film.
Maybe the doctor told her everything.
I have an illness
whose name I can't remember now.
I'm seeing a doctor
and trying to improve it.
I give my eyes to the clouds
The sky pours rain
I sing, oh, Farangis,
Your love devastated me.
You're crazy!
- Say goodbye to your mustache.
- Stop it, Mahsa!
I want to cut your mustache.
I don't like it.
Don't, Milad!
Hi, Milad. Your phone is off.
I called your home, but no answer.
I got angry that day, it was your fault.
You promised and told me not to worry
but you ruined all my plans.
My professor went to Canada
and you delayed me for one semester.
I've been coping with your condition
for 3 years.
With all of it!
But you've even forgotten our plan
for marriage and talking to my father.
I think I don't know you any more.
Milad! Please, pick up the phone.
I know you haven't vacated your house yet.
Pick up the phone.
You won't answer?
It seems you've made up your mind.
So, I won't bother you again.
What'll happen
if I erase all these messages?
Everything was so good in the beginning.
Mahsa will leave.
- Goodbye.
She'll leave and I'll forget again why.
I'm sure I'll forget everything
except the row in the car.
Because I've reviewed the case of
her thesis in my mind more.
I still think it is Mahsa who's left me.
I like this version more
In this version, I'm a failed lover who can
compose lyrics and music for his griefs,
and there's nobody to call him confused.
Yes. I myself left Mahsa.
I only remember this far.
That's why I'm alone now.
I don't know how much is left of the time
my mother said I had to vacate the house.
I must use this opportunity.
I must complete my lyrics and music.
Maybe many are waiting to hear it.
Failed again.
I got very close to him this time
I'd become completely like him.
I only forgot my song.
Are you back?
I missed you so much.
I was gradually forgetting you.
I don't exactly remember where we first met
or what we told one other.
But I think everything
began from one photo.