Each moments is empty,
My nights are lonely.
Come and hold me,
The destiny awaits you.
Turn back and take a look now.
Such a meeting may or may not happen again.
To tell you what I mean is?
You are everything for me?
Please, come to me…
I am very lonely?
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves,
and not to twist them to fit our own image.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
WO mujhay choor gya hay y baat tu sach hay magar baat hay ruswai ki WO jhan khain bhi gya loat kay meray hi pas aya ik yahi baat achhai hay meray harjai ki
