Tree Of L O V E ... |
A tree of LOVE we had planted ever,
It was good if it gives fruit,
But it’s Okay that it won’t gave even a flower.
It’s Okay that nothing has happened,
It’s Okay that nothing has made,
It’s Okay that I didn't got anything,
It’s Okay that nothing was left with me.
It’s my life, with the
weird roads …
Even I called you, thought and missed you.
But you didn't felt it good,
You didn't believe on my aptitudes.
I thought that you are stinging, I do wheedling.
But, now your squint is grumpy from me …
It’s Okay if I didn't laugh,
It’s Okay if anything would not make.
It’s Okay if we will never meet,
It’s Okay if nothing will leave.
It’s my life, with the
weird roads …
Why did I felt most of time that you are the path and I was the
stranger?
An uncompleted song’s one part was you and I am another.
Whenever I saw you a thought came that you are made for me,
And we had to meet but didn't we.
It’s our life, with the
weird roads …
Now I learned to accept every sorrow and tears,
In each race and each situation I will smile without fear.
If its sorrow then too I will not halt,
I have to live so I will not stop.
It’s Okay if this life will not give me any happiness,
It’s my life, with the
weird roads …
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