I’ll cry a river over you
Just like what I’ve ever said my dear, this fragile heart is killing me so bad. Have you ever seen a bird which its wings has broken apart after falling down tremendously and has its dream gone away? It’s me, my love. It’s me whose losing it similarly when realizing no more you as my wings.
I was fool when I know I’ve no strength to reach you back. I hated myself to threw the diamonds away from this heart. I’ll cry a river hopping that that would change your mind and give me a second chance to fix the things I had made.
As you might thought that I lie when I say I love you, honey, I’m not. I feel so sorry if you likely think I had been being so untrue and drove you nearly out of your head.
I feel lonely, my dear.
Now, I say I love you, and I’ll prove you that I really do.
I’ll cry a river over you.
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