"The talk about love has started again".
It is troubling me day and night.
It is making me shed tears.
Why is the rain falling untimely?
Why am I taking your name..tell me?
"I am missing you"
"I am missing you again"
"The talk about love has started again".
It is troubling me day and night.
It is making me shed tears.
Why is the rain falling untimely?
Why am I taking your name..tell me?
"I am missing you"
"I am missing you again"
7 Love
The lives of all people are at one with the universe.All the workings of the universe contribute to the formation of the individuality of each person.To put it another way,each person is a microcosm that reflects the macrocosm in a unique manner; fundamentally, the individual ecompasses all.Therefore,each person is precious and irreplaceable"
The lives of all people are at one with the universe.All the workings of the universe contribute to the formation of the individuality of each person.To put it another way,each person is a microcosm that reflects the macrocosm in a unique manner; fundamentally, the individual ecompasses all.Therefore,each person is precious and irreplaceable"
My eyes were that place where dreams would never arrive
Silences were more in number than talks in my life
Since You’ve come into my life, my world has started revolving
A place for God inside my heart was empty
Today I see Your face there
I’m like a wandering cloud
That has come to Your Sky and is standing still now

My eyes were that place where dreams would never arrive
Silences were more in number than talks in my life
Since You’ve come into my life, my world has started revolving
A place for God inside my heart was empty
Today I see Your face there
I’m like a wandering cloud
That has come to Your Sky and is standing still now

0 Love
Days are passing by,
And my heart cries,
Thought it would be better
and now nothing really matters
I wanna fly somewhere away
and it would not just be another day,
In this world full of people so many am surrounded by,not a single that would stay even the sky above it's grey,
{Part 1}
Days are passing by,
And my heart cries,
Thought it would be better
and now nothing really matters
I wanna fly somewhere away
and it would not just be another day,
In this world full of people so many am surrounded by,not a single that would stay even the sky above it's grey,
{Part 1}
0 Love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
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