“Ke sevkil leyali...” the singer crooned. How I long for the nights.
Elias hadn't heard her voice in twenty years, yet he heard it every night. Ke Sevkil Leyali
The music seemed to pull him back to a particular night in 1995. They were sitting on a balcony similar to this one. She had turned to him, her eyes reflecting the city lights, and said, "Do you think we will ever look back on this and feel sad?" He had laughed then, confident in their forever. “Ke sevkil leyali