The person who is a pretender will be a favorite-
The whole day that sits in the novel,
His eyes will flutter
In the story of no telling of no novel.
After all, he came back to the quiet hut in the cold
He will be
The only shelter for the man in the head,
He will know the princess as prince,
The prince of victory over the throne
He does not know how much the earth is contaminated, rotten;
How much hatred and raucity of placards remain on each street, he will not know -
The person in charge will know, handle it.
She will just dream,
To win his prince, one state after another,
The prince of the war will not be disturbed by the words of war or gambling,
Her prince will remember her prince in every moment of her life.
Smile smile face, Kajal with black eyes
The prince,
The prince will run away with his eyes
Boasting the streets of pride and hatred on two legs,
Continue the sword of love
Love is in the heart of the chest, in the eyes of prairie eyes.
There will be a loved one-
That is, when a poorly imprisoned person is in shelter,
The thighs will give Jan, the hair will be cut off slightly,
And the glowing face,
Dreams woven all day long
The eyes of the man in the eyes of the cheeky.
There will be a loved one who will be drowned in the novel,
And dreams will grow
The king's son will return.