If i know about me
What pain did you tell me?
Who is the key to me?
Know his name
Where is the hand that grows,
Who is behind me
All of them have sold the mo, its price is not available.
Where are the riches of this pain, where he thinks in the public.
Bhabhaban is filled as if the pie is full of life.
Happiness is the time for some people to play with them,
Do not want 'I want to' deeply.
