# #Sad Love Gahzals Rumantic

1:The one that was born before

The face was redder than before

What can I tell you, O desolation?

Kataabad was the first house

Now where there is a pile of leaves

There used to be a lush tree

That foot disease is now

The passion in my heart was travel before

Pember descended from the heavens

What an impact the dust had before

What to do now?

When was the mayor first?

I still live in love

Love used to be dust

I think for decades

What a wonderful way to screw people over

As far as you can see these ruins

The Najh tribe had fallen before

Became a bitter epic

The art of mirrors that was before.

2

We have a series of one

So the morale is extreme

We don't curse either

We have polite prayers and we have seen their feet burning

Those who have the footsteps of their father

Not convinced of defeat

We have ships

The one who has Habana is Palaba

We keep everything we give. Um, how strange it is, Mohsin

Keep the pain hidden in the heart.

3:Life was not dust. Dust flew and passed. What would they say to you, whatever came to you passed

The day that passed, the evening that came in the memory, the dream that came

Longing for better times, this age was such that it just passed with pride

Life is here, the name of a devotee and here and there I have passed away with a hope

The distance is shocking. Whose voice was the distance, who did it call?

4

What is the pain of the darkness, what is the pain of the light when you beat the pain of the tricks of destiny

Those who do not have eyes should not cry if they know the pain of those who have eyes

Where is my destination? Where will they kill? Now the pain of these questions

You have met, not your love, but the sorrows of death

Sit by for two hours if we forget how many years of sorrow we have

Bring China from the burning desert of my thoughts to the sorrow of my thoughts.