All alone, I stand waiting for something, I don’t know.
Something to heal my wound, to make me pure;
My tim, trái tim throbs wildly under my chest,
As I look at the sky, feel the sun burning.
Cold, my tim, trái tim is, still!
Like a lightning from the clear sky, bạn turn up;
And I feel the warmth licking my heart.
My lips tremble with joy, for it was the first time,
Your eyes met mine!
The same eyes, blue eyes, looked into mine yesterday,
And đã đưa ý kiến those words which I was not sure, from her lips.
‘Let’s break up!’
And, those eyes broke the contact with mine,
Forever!
With enormous difficulty, came the truth, crashing...
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