A silent suffering leaves nothing
Like a close shadow is always there
Pain in the chest
I woke up and fell asleep
Desires sacrifice the happiness of the day
When you think that you are not there, the disorder wakes up again.
Keeping eyes in your eyes and putting weight on the shoulders of desire
But you don't catch anything
You tell by the wrinkles on the forehead
You don't need me in your life anymore
You are now swaying on the wave of fame
You have forgotten the past
Eat your uncultivated grain on the front!
But this field was out of your hands one day
This path was impassable
My two hands witness -
How many stones have I cut your path smooth.
I believed that you did not know the address
One day there will occupy the royal throne!
I have no regrets today
I have no receipt
You are good, he is my happiness! yet-
A silent suffering leaves nothing
Like a close shadow is always there
Pain in the chest
I woke up and fell asleep
Desires sacrifice the happiness of the day
When you think that you are gone, the pains wake up again.
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