Why want to forget a person than like a person return difficult
Why good things always short, the end of the story or say goodbye
Let the bitter tears streaming down the face quietly in the night by hiding in the bed alone in pain and who can know
Can do it just surface SMile will let people see
When the end of the story is not talk about you love your setbacks leave time to handle accompany you a long way also can let yourself clearly
Love not in dreams and reality with on both sides
What are you looking for in my silent turned in. The vicissitudes
We finally rectifying or returned to their respective world
But you can only silence stand in situ like a lost dropped like a child in the crowd
I love you know get your memory mood like a solitary wild goose flies in dusk poorer
If one day you can walk in my heart I wonder if you will shed tears?
If one day I can walk to your heart go I will mercilessly tears
Because there are all your sorrow
Finally see their role has finally see as your heart
Originally I in your heart just a dispensable puppet just
There is a person appear doomed will always unforgettable
She lives into my heart, I love homeless
Painful, but not the past memories
Looking back the intravenous drip I and your this affection is like an hourglass
Even if he has put more more pay
The sand will still a little bit of outflow to finally hold in your hands the just a wisp of oneself had and wind blown dry eye staining
Only loved talent will make you laugh, but also the most sweet the most really let you pain
Memory is the sentimental better than that the only good on the bottom of heart collection to forever
At least I have a SMile of reason
Life in suffering a experience every day
Dream every day in reality waste
I feel lonely only in the mirror of
Suppose you are a pain the dull pain don't often come to lingering
Suppose you are a stabbing pain don't often still profound
Thought with the passage of time of love will like the yuhua fades away
But I will still be in some nonchalant when a wind of skimming heart
Like a knife you never know clearly tired but extremely painful
It has already entered the blood tore heart crack lung
