These days have become so boring in the midst of love. Relationships and friendships have become a circle under love. These days I wait to talk to my friends live. I am eager to talk about propaganda. They don't have even a little bit of response. They are sad and worried and all their nerves are broken. What happened to the heavy tanks and the ruins of the hearts? What happened to the broken windows of the corridors of the squares? The one who loves all the guitars and instruments. The one who says that I should give up the fame of Shiraz. I have become a lover of the memories of my friends. I have become a fan of the electric guitars of Shakira's show. I have become a lover of the poems of Moulana. I have become a lover of the friends of Bihal. I have become a lover of the friends of Bihal. I have become a lover of the friends of Bihal.