A Umrah of the day reaches the night
Joon is slowly coming to the lips
I close my heart to your love.
I am tired of all this distance
Ok I am not more than this opportunity
My heart is not too late.
On Nachins love table you wow my
Of love still not my eyes and hearts
Your noble pride is not my heavy silence other than harassment
Time when the buds were overwhelmed
The rivalry is not a visit
Ok I am not more than this opportunity
My heart is not too late.
On Nachins love table you wow my
Of love still not my eyes and hearts
A Umrah of the day reaches the night
Joon is slowly coming to the lips
I close my heart to your love.
I am tired of all this distance
Ok I am not more than this opportunity
My heart is not too late.
On Nachins love table you wow my
Of love still not my eyes and hearts
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