সোমবার, ২৪ ফেব্রুয়ারী ২০২৫, ০৫:৫৯ অপরাহ্ন
Obaidullo Sanginov
Country: Tajikistan
My life was wasted, my time was wasted
For me, May became as cold as FebruaryI Always remembered you like a hangover
I had forgotten the torment of the grave
I chose you from among the flowers
Was the other flower upset by this?
If my soul is burned, I am with my bones
Both my soul and my body were burned by your love
How quickly youth goes and winter knocks on the door
In memory of my youth in the depths of my thoughts
From the traces of life’s wind and storm, my spring green turned yellow like autumn
My life passed quickly, my time passed quickly
