Love/hate

We do not love or hate oppression.

Of course, on barren land, flowers do not feed.

You erase us from the heart, do not deny.

Like us crazy, do not meet anyone.

If I can't find you, then I don't feel sorry.

Don't even remember you, we don't even like that.

You are in my heart, like my blood.

If you do not get it, then there is no greater sorrow than this.

I love you, let me say this in the middle market.

Pictures made in memories, seeing your thousand face.

There was a compulsion of "Swaroop", it was entangled in a few coins.

Otherwise I would have settled in my chest, I would have ripped my tomb