Times of pain are the loneliest
The destruction of love is such a cruel act with no possible retreatRun forward with no fear only to arrive at the wrong place;A pure and innocent heart should be treasuredAnd at the edge of love, perfection is found.
Alcohol numbs the injured soul, one cup after another;The moment after awakening,you feel the dream fading - no one can understand;So pure a love, not hoping for perfection, the sensation of thirst;The imaginary defense line of love has collapsed long ago.
During times of pain, are the loneliest,Loss of direction, are the saddest;Love that gives, already can’t be taken back,In your heart, who do you still love?During times of pain, are the loneliest,Love too deep, however, is a burden;Erasing the aftertaste from deep within my memoriesThe scene, I once expect, [was] your comfort
Love is destroyed, such cruelty, there’s no more room for retreat;Dashing without fear, such craziness, yet in exchange was mistake;So beautiful innocent charm, truly precious;Right at the edge of love, found the most beautiful
Alcohol numbs the injured soul, one cup after another;The moment after awakening,you feel the dream fading - no one can understand;So pure a love, not hoping for perfection, the sensation of thirst;The imaginary defense line of love has collapsed long ago.
During times of pain, are the loneliest,Loss of direction, are the saddest;Love that gives, already can’t be taken back,In your heart, who do you still love?During times of pain, are the loneliest,Love too deep, however, is a burden;Erasing the aftertaste from deep within my memoriesThe scene, I once expect, [was] your comfort
During times of pain, are the loneliest,Loss of direction, are the saddest;Love that gives, already can’t be taken back,In your heart, who do you still love?During times of pain, are the loneliest,Love too deep, however, is a burden;Erasing the aftertaste from deep within my memoriesThe scene, I once expect, [was] your comfort
During times of pain, are the loneliest,Loss of direction, are the saddest;Love that gives, already can’t be taken back,In your heart, who do you still love?During times of pain, are the loneliest,Love too deep, however, is a burden;Erasing the aftertaste from deep within my memoriesThe scene, I once expect, [was] your comfort