Be happy My love

I lost one son, coax people;
Haiye easily coax your chalanate did deceive;
Your future is to continue to prosaic poetry I stayed sleepless nights;
I do not understand the mystery of your love was fake;
I kind of took away the foundation of the Meghna river from the soil;
I still Ragini, caiini find little trouble; Yet all have given me;


And how, will suffer;
The right side of my chest hurts so much;
Bedheche tied my body the disease is unknown;
I love you;
I will love until the last drop of blood;
Not good love.