**I cry blood
I cry on rocks
no one love
no life, no lights
I cry too much
The rise !
usually
Hardly fall
You were the pen
I was the empty paper
Your love as ink
Covering my whiteness
But, unfortunately
By your guilty hand
You shrinking all the words
Every dreams we had
Every step we made
I remember the sentence
Hello!
Sorry,
But !
Wrong number sir**
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
**I cry blood
I cry on rocks
no one love
no life, no lights
I cry too much
The rise !
usually
Hardly fall
You were the pen
I was the empty paper
Your love as ink
Covering my whiteness
But, unfortunately
By your guilty hand
You shrinking all the words
Every dreams we had
Every step we made
I remember the sentence
Hello!
Sorry,
But !
Wrong number sir**