The memory of the sun shines in the heart of the pain, and the mind does not know the tune of the night. Today you are not forgotten with the forgery, I think only your words. In the absence of unknowing tune, the pain of Survit birah You're the one who has buried Maya, she does not sleep on the stairs. I'm going to forget Phagun's song for a long time, forgetting as much as I thought, Maine Manena.
