Inner lingering, at the moment of love.
I miss you again and feel the vicissitudes of life.
Love is just around the corner and I don't want to stay.
Did you hear the lie you told the other day?
Looking at you, I feel there is still a little bit of love left.
My attachment is always in a deciduous autumn.
Unconsciously, go back to the past.
When did you stop loving me? Is there a kind of love called persistence? I don't want you to be afraid of loneliness. My love flooded you.
When did you stop loving me? Is there a kind of love called persistence? I don't want you to be afraid of loneliness. I don't believe that love is fruitless.
You don't love me anymore.
Did you hear the lie you told the other day? When I look at you, I feel a little love left.
My attachment is always in a deciduous autumn. Unconsciously, I went back to the past.
When did you stop loving me? Is there a kind of love called persistence? I don't want you to be afraid of loneliness. My love flooded you.
When did you stop loving me? Is there a kind of love called persistence? I don't want you to be afraid of loneliness. I don't believe that love is fruitless.
You don't love me anymore.
When did you stop loving me? Is there a kind of love called persistence? I don't want you to be afraid of loneliness. My love flooded you.
When did you stop loving me? Is there a kind of love called persistence? I don't want you to be afraid of loneliness. I don't believe that love is fruitless.
You don't love me anymore.