It hurts so much more than incision of paper
The scar of conscience (wound) does not improve immediately.
What's ever on my mind, all them are on my tongue so .
My common sense has escaped away before everyone
There's countless unanswered tinkling sound in my ear
Is someone that mentioning my name, that thinks: I love
That since I burn bridges and toss that aside
It's been a long time since i forget his face
Has he left any part that unbroken in my heart ?
What he says and what he does, somehow is different
Will be taken leisurely revenge (bit by bit) for the oppressed,
Leave him alone, let that pitiable one thinks himself has won