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When Love Comes Alive (Bo-rok-thwee fai rok noon)

Lyrics:
[Intro]
Nwng bwchaprok thangwi,
Nwng bwchaprok thangwi,
Mwngna bwlai twima,
Mwkhwi bwchaprok phaisa.
(You are my heartbeat,
You are my heartbeat,
You live in my breath,
Now love has awakened.)

[Verse 1]
In a city of noise, where silence holds on,
Two hearts found a spark where the light was long gone.
They moved to the beat of a whisper, a sigh,
In a world without sight, their love reached the sky.

[Pre-Chorus]
Fingers drew dreams in the stillness of night,
Heartbeats their guide, their only light.

[Chorus]
What can the heart do when love comes alive?
It learns to sing, though it’s bound to survive.
It glows with hope, it shines with grace,
It finds forever in a single embrace.
What can the heart do when stars light the sky?
It gives, it breaks, but it never says goodbye.

[Verse 2]
Through shadows and echoes, they carved out their way,
Each touch a promise that words can’t convey.
No distance, no darkness could tear them apart,
Their love wrote a story, etched deep in the heart.

[Pre-Chorus]
Fingers drew dreams in the stillness of night,
Heartbeats their guide, their only light.

[Bridge]
It falls, it shatters when love takes its toll,
It aches, it burns, but it strengthens the soul.
Through pain and fire, it rises again,
Love’s spark endures, through the joy and the pain.

[Speech]
“They said we were lost, just shadows in the dark...
But love finds a way. Love leaves its mark.”

[Outro]
Nwng bwchaprok thangwi,
Nwng bwchaprok thangwi,
Mwngna bwlai twima,
Mwkhwi bwchaprok phaisa.
What can the heart do when love comes alive?
It learns to sing, though it’s bound to survive.
It glows with hope, it shines with grace,
It finds forever in a single embrace.
What can the heart do when stars light the sky?
It gives, it breaks, but it never says goodbye.

Credits:
1. Content creator: Abrar Nayeem Chowdhury.
2. Lyrics: Abrar Nayeem Chowdhury.
3. Illustration: Abrar Nayeem Chowdhury.
4. Music and Voice were generated with AI(AI Song) according to Abrar Nayeem's #original prompts & commands.
6. Music Editing, Mastering: Abrar Nayeem Chowdhury.

Story behind the song: Adeeb, a 24-year-old from Chittagong’s bustling streets, stepped onto the dusty yard of his uncle’s home in Rangamati, his father by his side. The air carried the scent of earth and river, starkly contrasting the city’s clamor. His uncle, his father’s elder brother, greeted them with warm embraces, his weathered face creased with joy. As relatives bustled around, Adeeb’s gaze drifted—and froze. There, after years since their childhood, stood Neela, a vision in a blue saree that swayed gently in the breeze. Her presence struck him like a melody, and in that moment, his heart surrendered to love.
Neela was unlike any city girl Adeeb knew. Over the two days he spent in Rangamati, he discovered her essence—simple, graceful, unburdened by pretense. Her smile, pure and radiant, seemed to dance with the Rangamati winds, lifting the edges of her saree like waves. In her laughter and quiet words, Adeeb glimpsed a heart untouched by cynicism, generous and true. She was a student at a rural college, her world woven from village rhythms and honest dreams.
One afternoon, Neela offered to show Adeeb the village, guiding him through paths lined with swaying palms and shimmering lakes. As they walked, Adeeb’s eyes lingered on her, his heart heavy with unspoken adoration. Neela, sensing his gaze, felt a stir of emotion but held her silence, her village upbringing cloaking her feelings in modesty. Their moments together were fleeting yet vivid—over meals, Adeeb watched her serve rice with quiet grace, his heart swelling. After washing his face at the pond, water dripping from his hair, Adeeb caught Neela’s eyes locked on him, her cheeks flushed at his sudden charm. From afternoon to evening, their glances intertwined, words sparse but charged with meaning.
That night, as stars pierced the Rangamati sky, Adeeb sat alone on the veranda, lost in thought. Neela approached, her voice soft. “Why haven’t you slept?” she asked. Adeeb shook his head, unable to confess the ache in his chest. Gathering courage, he sought her permission to speak his heart. Neela nodded, and with a trembling voice, he whispered, “I love you.” Her eyes widened, her heart racing—she loved him too. A shy smile bloomed on her lips before she slipped away, leaving Adeeb with the certainty of her unspoken “yes.”
But dawn brought a blow. Adeeb’s father announced their sudden return to Chittagong. The news shattered them. Neela had no phone, no Facebook—how could their fragile bond survive the distance? As Adeeb boarded the jeep, he saw Neela standing apart, tears glistening in her eyes, one drop, then two, falling silently. His heart fractured, and as the jeep rumbled away, Adeeb wept. A man cries, he realizes, when he fears losing his dream, his precious love.
Back in Chittagong, life resumed its monotony—office to home, home to office—but Neela haunted Adeeb’s every thought. In Rangamati, Neela’s nights were marked by quiet tears, her heart yearning for him. Yet the heavens listened. One morning, Adeeb’s phone rang. His father’s voice crackled urgently: “I’m heading to Rangamati. Your uncle is ill. Come quickly.” After a half-day at the office, Adeeb raced to Rangamati, arriving in the late afternoon, his mind clouded with worry.
Stepping into his uncle’s home, Adeeb found his father and uncle laughing, their faces bright. Confused, he asked about his uncle’s illness. His uncle chuckled. “I’m fine, but my daughter is sick.” Adeeb’s heart lurched. “What’s wrong with Neela?” he demanded. His uncle’s eyes twinkled. “She’s waiting for you by the pond.”
Adeeb ran, his pulse thundering. There stood Neela, her blue saree catching the evening light. Tears spilled as she rushed into his arms, sobbing, “I love you too.” Between gasps, she shared their miracle: “Our fathers have decided—we’re to be married soon.” Joy surged through Adeeb, disbelief giving way to elation. He held her close, their hearts singing the same song that had sparked under Rangamati’s stars.
In the quiet of that moment, Adeeb whispered the words of their village, echoing Neela’s heart:
Nwng bwchaprok thangwi,
Mwngna bwlai twima,
Mwkhwi bwchaprok phaisa.
Their love, alive and unbroken, glowed with hope, promising forever in a single embrace.

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