The lightning strikes and the lightning strikes

Whose thirst is it that wanders restlessly👯 It is a strange place of fear👯 Even the wind hides the desire in the heart👯 Don't look back and let the shame be satisfied👯 Where does this change take place in the heart day by day👯 Wraps everything in its pack👯 Whose image is it that walks in the thin👯 It's time to leave the mansion, Arshad👯 The columns shake and the roof collapses.