Love is the half of my life
My friends told me "you are a wound"
Half of my wound does not bleed
There is no iota ( a little bit )of happiness in my life
My love is written on my forehead (it is my destiny)
Even if you do not come, i will wait for you
The lies of those who left never end
There is no space left in the cemeteries
At least do not bother me this night
You know i will come, without asking why
Your face color is reflected in the clouds
You have killed me, do not check my pulse anymore
You have killed me, do not check my pulse anymore
Even if you go, i wont smell roses after you (you are the only one for me)
It is very hard, but i am putting myself back together very soon
I am such an unlucky servant