Thursday, May 29, 2008
To this time I am still the same
The loneliness of the night easily makes people sad
I don't dare to think too much
Because I am by myself
The moonlight, which becomes bright head on, pulls the shadow long
Slowly walking on the street without any destination
I don't have your news
Because I'm thinking of youLove me then don't leave
If you say
You don't love me
Don't want to hear you really say it out
Give me some more tenderness.
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