my love,your present is pain of heart
ah it's name must be death,no it's not love
love had left us,what can we do?
there is a heart from glass in my painful bosom
even if you came back,this brokens wont be okay
ypou had gone but your smelling stayed like a guest in my pillow
idle rains are coming from my eyes
is it seperateness,is it you or is it love?
which one is my reason?
there is a heart from glass in my painful bosom
even if you came back,this brokens wont be okay
ypou had gone but your smelling stayed like a guest in my pillow
idle rains are coming from my eyes
is it seperateness,is it you or is it love?
which one is my reason?