It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
Chanda se bhi gori gori
Samne khadi hai wo chori
Dekhe mujhko chori chori
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from
मेरी तस्वीर अपने साथ लेना
अभी हाल
दोस्त वो है जो बिन कहे समझ लेता है हर ब
If not for you, I wouldn’t know
What true love meant.
I’d never feel
