# #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.