A Journey to Iran-Aug.18th, 2015. 【The Tranquility of Tehran (Part 3)】 Walking on the northern hill of Tehran, I was teasing with falling leaves. All the paths within Sadabad Complex were covered with these golden pages fallen from the intangible poet sitting atop the trees. These local people formed a beautiful view with their casualness. Young lovers were strolling side by side, whispering their own stories; some girls were frolicking under trees; some were wandering alone, with traces of solemn grace shining in their eyes; some took off their hijabs, capturing a short moment of freedom, letting their curly brown hair float in the air... The night is falling down, slowly and quietly. I look out from the window of my room, staring at the landscape of Tehran. Tehran's solemnity is revealed by its gentle smile; Tehran's beauty is crowned with its modesty; Tehran's busy streets are hushed by a bright moon; Tehran's heart is beating on this page with my pen of honesty. Now, all of a sudden I hear someone is singing outside, his melodious voice is like a spell of wind meandering through prairie, with a slight bitterness and sorrow. I don't know who he is and who he is missing, but I'd love to hear him singing and singing. As for me, I have already taken a shower, thus enjoying this moments of easiness. With the song lingering around, I close my eyes, leaving the street lights of Tehran shine behind the curtain.