Long ago, I loved,
Yeah, I loved her the most.
Her sweet words, magical eyes,
Were like oxygen to me.
The first kiss
That enkindled the fire of love
In my heart.
Little did I know
That in her lips, my destruction was a clandestine art.
A year later,
From that kiss,
In an evening,
I saw her again, poisoning a boy with
Her cursed pink lips, a toxic elixir of fate.
The moment seemed like an apocalypse to me.
Now, I'm dying slowly, very slowly.
Though I think the fault was mine,
Because little did I know
That in her lips, my destruction was a clandestine art.
Yeah, I loved her the most.
Her sweet words, magical eyes,
Were like oxygen to me.
The first kiss
That enkindled the fire of love
In my heart.
Little did I know
That in her lips, my destruction was a clandestine art.
A year later,
From that kiss,
In an evening,
I saw her again, poisoning a boy with
Her cursed pink lips, a toxic elixir of fate.
The moment seemed like an apocalypse to me.
Now, I'm dying slowly, very slowly.
Though I think the fault was mine,
Because little did I know
That in her lips, my destruction was a clandestine art.
eta pore to amari Prem korte ichhe korche....
