Story of life.

One night there was some hidden sentiment, some stories were out of touch, they were waking up, they were coming in the middle of the melody of the favorite song ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Hands on feet ,,, he cut all the holes in the nicotine, love, keep my dreams in Maya, I am in the midst of many hiding, but am in your midst .... Someone in the corner of your city accumulates Maya. What ??? I still think that you can be returned ??? What does that blue saree remind me of? Even now, because someone walks in the shadows on the slow legs,, he cut all the bells in nicotine, love, keep my dreams in Maya, keep in the midst of many hiding, but in your eyes, what a dream to make yourself smile today. How to hide your eyes! Do you ever feel lonely because of me !!! If you feel lost, forget about me! I feel very lonely today because of you, I tell you the truth, and never go back again, even if I feel very lonely. Looking forward, I still be your shadow.