The light of the moon is gone, the Prothom-alo in the eastern sky, the eyes are burning with colorful colors, the green pigtail is swaying in the wind, the wind is coming, the yard is full, the gentle breeze is hiding in the head, the hot sun is hiding, the fire is in the fire Il * Bakul Good morning "
The light of the moon is gone, the Prothom-alo in the eastern sky, the eyes are burning with colorful colors, the green pigtail is swaying in the wind, the wind is coming, the yard is full, the gentle breeze is hiding in the head, the hot sun is hiding, the fire is in the fire Il * Bakul Good morning "