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.
Haqiqat jaan lo bichad jane se pahle, Meri sun lo apni sunane se pahle, Ye soch lena bhulane se pahle, Bahut royi hain ye aankhe muskurane se pahle. 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
