阿富汗是我过去的一部分，是我欢笑与哭泣的土地，但它已不再是家。
Water runs dry but hearts never do
无论生活将我们带向何方，我们永远是一家人。
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.