No more asking for answers, your silence has been straightforward, I am not intimate enough to be tolerant and gentle enough to disappoint you.
Your heartbreak I healed, too many memories fell in love with you, the love sinus first met you, only willing to never be separated from you.
Sort out the mood again, tomorrow to think about the distance, I am training to think less about you, the beauty in my heart comes from defects.
I had hope for love, thinking that I could achieve the consummation of merit, and finally reluctantly got together and dispersed, but I forced myself to endure and let go.
Erase the memories and pick them up again, never expiring, and every morning after you go life is incomplete, dizzy attack every minute.
The mouth of love does not choose words, becomes an irreparable memorial, time will disintegrate the prejudice against each other, and the mutilations left behind will also precipitate.
Nostalgic for every dust left behind, the pace of time is punished by cruel means, but the picture of leaving cannot be repeated.
You take away all the clues and leave only the bumps, and at the end of the thought there is only a glimmer of me, illuminating all the broken promises.
Dim lights, illuminating the shadows on the bumpy road, drifting to the distance for a period of time, self-esteem is too high to take care of you.
In the next second, thinking about the future, I was full of deep expectations, and the missed memories were only helpless, until the breakup did I understand love.
Holding on to the most brilliant withering, guarding the most merciless human sorrow, you roared through my heartbeat, and your spring belonged to me.
My heart you don't want, continue to be crazy for you to accompany you old, throw away all the memories, I just need you to be around, accompany me to argue with me.
Take you wandering me but halfway back, falling into the ocean of self-blame found that you can not do without you, I decided to go back you are no longer in place.
The next encounter you left behind, the secret waiting for me to walk by smiling, accustomed to this alienation, unable to talk about the feelings in my heart.
Regret hugging again, let's go back to that second, your reason is the stars, I act as that atmosphere builder.
Accept all that you have, occasionally bring you a little sweetness, create a lot of surprises, and my happiness is only for you to give.
Care is very close, but unfortunately the relationship is very far, some cover up blurs the focus, can understand can not say, is a kind of safety.
Your change stopped the mood, and my pleasing skillfully painless character struggled to find a way to postpone it.