Spending night after another trying to hide these scars, watching this infinity blue skies wishing on every shooting star.
bleeding to ink my feelings in a paper instead of talking, forced to accept people have nothing to me but mocking,
Dying before I get closer to live, I will not give up but, I have nothing else to give,
Do you know what these words even mean.
Can you imagine what I’ve been Through... I’m just sick, wick and broken too, If you look in my heart you’ll only find hurt, tears and nothing to hold, A vanishing reflection feeling so cold
There is no justice in the land of freedom, I don’t even know why I’m living for.. If it comes to me ,I want be here any more.. .. ... I’m tired.
When we became distant and the fire became smoke and ash... It's too late
How are you beneficial, o regret?
What are you doing, o reproach?
The painful nights have become long and the lovers separated.. Enough suffering and misery... And tears when we part and tears when we meet
Why do you blame me ? What's in my hand to do ?
It's too late,
How long have I wished to meet you with a smile or with a gaze of love or a blaming word
But I forgot how to smile as I have forgotten my pains
Time has always made people forget sadness and joy
If it's about the old love, If it's about the painful wound
The curtains of oblivion have fallen long ago
If it's about the old love and its harshness... I have forgotten it, I hope you forget it too
The night.... The ticking of clocks wakes the nightThe night.... And the anguish of the O's in the middle of the night
The bitterness of the sighs and the loneliness and the sleeplessness... Still hasn't gone far
You want us to be back as in the old times then... Tell time to go back and bring me a heart that hasn't fallen in love before that was never hurt nor deprived.
Because of my pain and the length of my nights... My pain, my pain.. Flow
Because of the joy of my enemies over my misfortunes... My pain, my pain.. Glow
Because of your harshness when we were lovers and the cruelness of the world to me
Between me and you is desertion and disloyalty and a wound in my heart that I have hidden
Between me and you are nights spent in separation... And a long road that you started
How are you beneficial, o regret?
What are you doing, o reproach?
The painful nights have become long and the lovers separated...Enough suffering and misery
And tears when we part and tears when we meet
Why do you blame me?
What's in my hand to do?
It's too late, too late
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
