Sunday, March 9
ii'm lying on my bed , here tonight , looking back the memories.
iis not meant to be kept , ii understand.
however , the more ii replay the images , the more ii missed iit.
but who can ii talk to? ):
the more ii wanna forget , the more ii'll be reminded of.
the more ii wanna hate , the more ii love you.
was iit my fault? ii'm sorry then.
tell me , you didnt blame me , and we can get back to the olden days , which iis not long ago.
tell me , iis not over. ii can still wait , iis still worth iit.
now , here ii am , ii loves you still as much though. ):
