A much awaited dream home 🌺💖

Do you forget about those old days? And the look in those eyes, the words of life, can he be forgotten. Come once more, my friend, come into the midst of life. I will tell you about my happiness and sorrow, it will add life to me. I have picked flowers in the early morning, I have swayed them-- I played the flute and sang under the bakul. Alas, it's time to part, where are you? If you meet again, friend, come to life.

Do you forget about those old days? And the look in those eyes, the words of life, can he be forgotten. Come once more, my friend, come into the midst of life. I will tell you about my happiness and sorrow, it will add life to me. I have picked flowers in the early morning, I have swayed them-- I played the flute and sang under the bakul. Alas, it's time to part, where are you? If you meet again, friend, come to life.