And the rhythm of the waves of the thousand words-
You are a colorful boat carrying sails.
My time is spent fading away in a partisan dress-
But you're always in the mood,
This loser becomes loveless in love
The busy man is not in your scene.
You have hundreds of fantasies in me.
Sometimes I become lean.
Yet you run to get more love-
Behind the mirage of hope,
Sometimes the heart hurts so-
Like your hard stone wall-
My heart is pounding.
Even after so much suffering, pain and humiliation.
My mind just runs away-
Repeatedly in the heart of your ruthless ruler.
He keeps even the weakest hope alive,
No matter how much you hate
You will be mine one day.
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