After a long time a picture is sitting in my heart ... and my destiny is sitting in the shade of your hair

Sometimes happiness increases so much in the heart ... that it starts to fall by itself in the form of tear drops

What an aim it was of the arrow from the sky, there it was the lightning and here it was my home ... my boat of hope was reaching the shore, and at that time only the storm had to come

The creater of destiny has not given anyone less ... now who gets what depends on your fate

When the pain in heart grows a lot ... then sometimes a person drowns in it and dies