I’m sick of lies, forever meetings hunt,
not want your money, give me the old days.
not want your money, give me just past days.
I still happy to live,
but woke up with glass in hand.
‘m lonely, but once sing a song,
tears warm the wounded soul.
with my feelings sneered like a man of ice,
heart and ash rose from the love for you.
a heart ash rose from the love hot for you.
A day will come for you to pay, everything returns remember, but when
stay alone, know that it will hurt.
but when you stay alone, I love you and I will it hurts.
The tears warm the wounded soul.