读了一封信.
“我梦到花儿再次在喀布尔街头盛开，音乐再次在茶屋响起，风筝再次在天空飞翔。我梦到有朝一日，你会回到那里，重访这片我们儿时的土地。如果你回来，你会发现有个忠诚的老朋友在等着你”。
I read a letter
“I dream that flowers will bloom in the streets again... and kites will fly in the skies!And I dream that someday you will return to hometown to revisit the land of our childhood.If you do, you will find an old faithful friend waiting for you. ”
@巴德岗（Bhaktapur）