Spring is a great spring in my eyes,
The terror of Shimul-Palash Krishnacura all around.
The storm is the perfect black rain wet night,
Where is your hand to cover the grief with the hem?
If love is a love-vibration,
Give it back, teenager.
The fire of love did not want any price,
A tearless eye is the result of love.
If it is different at this time, it is Chaitramas
Kali is boiling with love, falgun wind!
This is the eye, this is the love, this is the ha-hutash
Who will I give this spring?
Spring is a great spring in my eyes,
After the home of love, broken faith!
I fell in love,
I finally understood,
I smiled to myself,
I understood myself,
I lost in the middle of it,
Today I want,
I just think,
Will he come again?
Love to say!
Just love to say!
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.So It's far better to be unhappy alone than unhappy with someone