I have forgotten the habit of picking up my soul to return

in #vn6 years ago

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Because when love is the same
Tears flutter when you love love to turn
Perhaps the best love story only in the dream
Everything you see is all empty
The feelings I give you always with all my heart
Get nothing but hope
Maybe he will learn to forget
And maybe he'll have to forget
I have forgotten the habit of picking up my soul to return
Maybe you have to wake up
To prevent the pain in the middle of the heart
And maybe he must end this love story
To think if you miss tomorrow.
I'm alone now
A cup of bitter melon on the lips
Get used to the heavy lonely footsteps