no words can describe it,
no talks can changed it.
And, as the river flow,
my love to you is over,
And, as the sunset rise,
all those love paid us our price.
while birds spread their wings to fly,
those words whisper you my good bye.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
no words can describe it,
no talks can changed it.
And, as the river flow,
my love to you is over,
And, as the sunset rise,
all those love paid us our price.
while birds spread their wings to fly,
those words whisper you my good bye.
