Boy :- There is no one so whome are you talking with?
I said you will understand, when you'll no longer be the kid.
Boy :- People call you mad.
I said I have love which they never had.
Boy :- What is the story ?
And I said the story
Wind was flowed, just to fly her hair,
Spring used to come to take her care.
Winter used to come to protect her from sun,
Sun used to rise, to get, her every job done.
She used to love me and we had so much fun,
But fortune had different idea why we had to run.
I was the murderer and she was the nun.
She changed me into the man with good tongue.
My group leader wanted me to be the same junk.
But I had decided to quit the gang and will never be the same funk.
We run and they found us and I find Death come
She saved me by putting herself in front of gun.
Boy :- What was happened after then,
Then she dead, and we became one.
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