love quito

The pain in every heart is new,
Just the premise of making a statement is different,
Some people shed the pain with eyes
And in somebody's laughter, the pain is hidden. 

 I broke all the eyes of the house,
The losers in love do not see me

The reason for my pain is that too,
And the medicine of my pain is also that,
What do they do with salt wounds?
They are also the reason to love.