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Feb 2015
I know I won't find the same love we had
And probably I would regret
But if staying means pain
If staying means feeling lonely in a relationship
Then I rather go
You call me selfish
But deep down you know it better
After leaving, coming back, leaving, coming back
Our love has turn into a wilted flower
Before we even realized
The flower,
It's dead
Yihua
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Yihua  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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