You're like a target that I always try to aim at. How I wish I could aim you at the heart. But every time I fail, I feel so sad. You know why? It's because I always end up missing you.
Na tasveer hai uski jo didar kiya jaye, na vo hai pass jo pyar kiya jaye, ye kaisa dard diya hai us bedard ne, na usse kuch kaha jaye na us bin raha jaye Miss u
