weakfulness

And then the light was an omen of the sunrise and the dawn was towering over like a conflagration... And then the world was as we know it, with each lover in their own path
O.. sleepless one who slumbers and remembers the promise when you wake up
Know that if a wound begins to recover another wound crops up with the memory ,So learn to forget and learn to erase it
My darling everything is fated... It is not by our hands that we make our misfortune Perhaps one day our fates will cross when our desire to meet is strong enough for if one friend denies the other and we meet as strangers ...And if each of us follows his or her own way... Don't say it was by our own will.... But rather, the will of fate