You are the scenery of others but wet my eyes.
He is all good, is not suitable.
Can not say what is called the mind, the person can not stay called the story.
Even lonely all laugh at me cowardly.
Let nature take its course is always helpless.
Met is the beginning but also left the countdown.
Just a turn around you and I separated a century.
Too many stories have no results.
Crowded accidentaly across not anymore.
If this is not the end if I still love you.
Later you mature but also do not love to laugh.
I a person how to recall the sweet of two people.
I also look forward to only later did not result.
My so-called strong but self deception disguise.
I'm glad to meet you but I'm sorry to see you.
Mad laughter follows the drought of tears.
Who has no story in mind, but learned to control.
Everyone has a story, just a different interpretation of the way.
I want to cry, but my pride told me not to.
If all are the play, why should we played a less realistic.
Nevermind,I will find someone like you.
We know not what is good until we have lost it.
We're all right. It's the young and the young.
What I miss is not you, but you give the fatal once.
Maybe you really did a lot for him but he didn't move.
You put on a suit and become somebody else's bride. I put on my wedding dress and become somebody else's bride.
Then we all walked in their own way, who did not wait any longer.
Someone and I say forever when I won't agonistic never tears.
I just want to go back to the days where we’d talk about everything.
At least in my show time, I try my best to love you.
For the rest of my life without you, how can I go on.
Each youth will be old, but I hope that your memories have been good.
The first eye on the heart of the people also how to make friends.
Unfortunately, the sum of the young tied to a piece of.
You always have reasons to say, but I have no excuse to leave.
You see a wimp like the heart still can not forget the past.
I do not like you think so strong you will hurt me indifferently.
The wind and the wine were old friends, but later with the story of the walk.
Later, I understand the most precious feelings never need to hold in the palm of the hand.