He wants this heart to be a servant of his love, to live according to the moment, my heart does not get involved with grief, my hair is white, but my heart does not get old , my heart still craves my heart, I dont know why it feels young, me and life together. We make a compromise, whatever fate wrote, we praise him, when our moments are filled with the passage of life, in the blink of an eye, Atisha will turn to ashes , lets get used to kindness so that We can love each other, my heart still craves Dilbar Jouni , I dont know why he feels young, me and life together. We make a compromise, fate is whatever he wrote. We praise him, when with the passage of life, our moments are filled, in the blink of an eye, Atisha turns to ashes , lets get used to kindness so that we can love each other, my heart still craves Dilbar Jouni, I dont know why he feels young...
