No one felt sorry for you and me
, our hands were separated, our hands were separated,
no one cried for the end of our story, no one
cried for the death of our love,
tears of love are not spectacular, all words are not visible, you are gone, but your love is never forgotten, you are gone,
but your love is never forgotten
, no one is sorry for you and me, our hands are separated
,
someones cold hands for the end of our story
for death. Our love didnt cry, the
tears of love are not spectacular,
all the words are not to be said,
you are gone, but your love is never forgotten
, the
tears of love are not visible,
all the words are not to be said, you are
gone, but your love is never forgotten,
sometimes silence
,
like love, is a lovely feeling, sometimes the gaze
,
more than a thousand words,
sometimes the silence,
like love, is a lovely feeling
,
sometimes the look,More than a thousand words,
your work counted my tears, not the
bucket took back and entrusted it, nor
my work, I always told you that
my heart is
doomed to break.I love you, tell me, who are you?"
Sometimes silence,
like a love, is a lovely feeling,
sometimes when the look,
more than a thousand words spoken,
your work counted my tears, not the
bucket took back and handed it over, not my
work, I always told you that
my heart is doomed to break,
the tears of the lover are not visible,
all the words are not to be said,
you are gone, but your love is never forgotten
, the
tears of love are not spectacular,
all the words are not to be said
, you are gone, but your love is never
again. Not to be forgotten
