Too many things are left to nowhere
Too many tears are cried for this.
Time doesenґt stop just running forward
The things I miss
I do remenber all the old times.
The time of laugther and of pian.
These thins are gone but all the memories
Too many things are left to nowhere
Too many tears are cried for this.
Time doesenґt stop just running forward
The things I miss
I do remenber all the old times.
The time of laugther and of pian.
These thins are gone but all the memories