Life is tragic to be arrow of tears
I worry when you choosed alternative way
Remember how sweet were our bygone days
But i worried for you had't enjoyed with me
Believed to much forgetting myself
But my love turns out to be useless
Still waiting in belief of your return
Tears had dried, so i had worried
Dear think once again otherwise i will be ash
life became steep failing in love
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