Tuesday, July 19, 2016
It’s always hurt to see you cry
| To see tears falling like rain from the sky
| And there’s no answer for why
| No matter I try
|| It’s always hurt to know there’s nothing I can do
| And fact that I don’t even know what to do
| It’s so sad but so true
| Feels like the color blue
|| Someday we’ll see we were wrong
| And then we realize the day has done
| Time won’t turn back, it’s no use to regret
| It’s not easy to say good bye, but someway we have to try
|| Sometimes it’s hurt to remember
| About the days we had together
| And a piece of heart inside me
| Carved with your smile, you can see…
|| It was the day when We used to care
| Think about the time, anytime, anywhere
| The day when We used to playing around
| Bullying as our habitual action
| When the night was so cold and we slept in the same pillow
| The midnight came with the laugh and sorrow
|| That’s the history, saved properly in my memory
| Now we would be so far and so different, and yet so silent….
| No voices when you say, just few words on my display
|| That’s OK. Thanks anyway…
