Some people feel like having a bag
Even after being away from their eyes, they start living in hearts
When the heart meets and the distance goes away
So those who are far away seem to be very close
Allow the bridges to be praised at all times
They start to feel like heart
And those who give warning to our defects
They just seem to be hateful
Happy people and gentlemen
The good ones are touching the heels
Trusted people trust and trust
Success stairs are going to climb