If I know how to give up you how wonderful it
Wound like me, a stubborn child, not heal,
Disappointment is injured, than be more painful thing.
Thank you ever alms to me, that I have forgotten warm.
I want to avoid any helpless sadness to meet you.
Sometimes, the everlasting and vows of eternal love is not in proportion.
I understand that my exists to see how much he failed.
We will past written very beautiful is very beautiful poem
Exhale slowly on the glass, burger under constant eternal memory.
Time profound rather than shallow, please don't used to mourn rather than miss.
I see more open is you can't see open, I see no open is you see more open.
Who holds up your face, let time dejected.
I loved you. I leave you. I’ll miss you.
Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past。
I forgot. Shadow you to tell me. I didn't love. Right.
I miss is quarrelled still want to love your compulsion.
Want to say goodbye may is not far. I believe that you can hear you.
To look back, and saw one no longer young, never make public does not rise.
Dance years. Stole many memories.
Thickly flood of sadness as the sea, like engulf chilled.
Time has traveled into fragmentary memories of the dawn and then melt into one wipe mist.
I began to aphasia. Hiding in own corner of stability and calm.
Love, but not to talk, from no words to say nothing.
When I was a child, was buried the most true most sweet smile