The viola of western colours Sang a wise tone right on my face. The viola of western colours Sang a wise tone right on my face.

Picturising us in every romantic song, Fantasizing us in every meaningful picture, Picturising us in every romantic song, Fantasizing us in every meaningful pic...

It was not love, it was never one. But something more genuine feeling. It was not love, it was never one. But something more genuine feeling.

Love is never missed but your presence is missing my love! Love is never missed but your presence is missing my love!

But stayed with an assurance that breath life. But stayed with an assurance that breath life.