Its not via my heart, my ways and means I turn my back,
I even don’t want to walk away,
But even if I stay,
Whatever leads us a stray,
Either will make me,
Make you stray,
The breeze of the west passing my east like your spray,
But one that one now I remember like a story,
How easy should I be to say sorry?
How many times should I fill with worry?
In this, I am so weary,
In my mood this teary,
Yet under no furry,
I take this step, the second and third to say goodbye.
My love, the gone heart,
Still beats near my pulse,
Amid the tense,
Time has knocked on us to quit the joke,
As we see the death of the smoke,
So should we close our once sweet candy shop,
In peace and in love,
In joy and in tears,
Solace in unreal smiles and cheers,
The door should close,
Now, this minute, this second,
The grief, the hate and the love,
Yet no passion exists,
Not even the romance,
Even that of friends long gone,
In a bitter tone,
But a somber mood,
I let you know this is no wrong,
My love, be strong,
As we say good-bye.
The higher the stone goes,
The harder it hits the ground,
Its not my pride,
Neither my joy,
Is it neither pain nor strain?
I know we break these chains,
Wipe the stains,
Of jealousy,
Of pity,
Furry, sadness, pretense and injustice,
As we close a hundred doors of fantasies,
We open a million gates of realities.
By saying goodbye
Living heartbreak,
Better than living a lie,
Even if this goodbye was a break,
Of that I dare not speak,
I shed the last tear,
I suffer the last fear,
And hope for the final cheer,
The triumph peak,
In the blink of a new dawn,
I hope none will fall down,
For-
Awake in the night I waited your love to show,
The honor kept my eyes open,
maybe I was mistaken,
But when it came,
It was too late,
This was fate,
Find your way to your possible world,
My sacrifice is gone,
Forever and ever,
Bye my love,
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