Whenever I start to cry,
To my tears rain'll accompany.
Just as the tears dropp on my heart,
Clouds pour a drizzle until they dry.
Anymore, all the names I hate
Of flowers, mountains and water supplies.
I'm sorry, I regret, knowing it's too late,
The truth may last, but true love dies.
It seems I'll never get used to
Sleeping at nights without you.
All I want you is coming back to me
So my tears won't become into a sea.
Anymore, all the names I hate
Of flowers, mountains and water supplies.
I'm sorry, I regret, knowing it's too late,
The truth may last, but true love dies.
Kayıt Tarihi : 18.7.2020 17:40:00





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