Less our photos, finishing my things, leaving the familiar room, no longer coming back, no longer coming back, leaving those happiness and sweetness.
You have not returned, you have no sadness, why are you going so strong, why? I thought I would always stay in your side, but I left in the sea.
In this cold winter, I left, leaving you alone. No regrets, no regrets, some are sad, is sad, is not. It seems that there is no innocence and happiness, some are desires and lost, and love has lost balance here.
What else to forgive yourself, find a thousand reasons to open it for yourself, still tears in the night. Pressing your mood and sad, but tears can't consolidate, no sound, every day is gray, no color, no happiness, happiness ...
Some stories have not finished speaking, even if it is.
Those mood have been difficult to distinguish between the years
WHERE has all the flowers gone?
WHERE THE FLOWERS GONE?
Where have all the young girls gone?
WHERE DID THEY ALL GONE?
