I gave you my heart, but you lost it.
Perhaps the so-called maturity is, even if tears appear, it will not let it flow down.
I want to forget you，forget about any of your memory。
In my heart was in my eyes I ever let you choose.
Fall in love with the break up and left the memories can not return to the past
Life is the happiest: the goddess is your object, the most sad is: break up.
Even if one thousand times I love you, but as long as a break up can end, this is love.
Who will investigate the reasons for breaking up, I know enough.
It's painful to break up with someone you like, and it's fun to break up with someone you don't like
That is to say one thousand times I love you, but as long as a break up can end. This is love.
Sometimes you care about too much, to oneself is a kind of torture.
You unfeeling, I break righteousness, from the straight line parallel forever.