Maybe because it's winter and it's especially cold and lonely. I don't know... it's difficult to be missing someone miserably when everything, good or bad, seems to be in such distant past and yet the memories just linger on.
I often ask myself, "how long more?", or if ever?
It is pointless, i know. That's what i realised - no matter which corner of the world i run to, there is no escape because it is not really about the places. It is about the heart that, though broken into million pieces, we still need to carry it with us, no matter where we go.
If only someone knows a sure way to mend a broken heart.
梦不到你
也许现在的你
日子过得并不如意
也许现在的你
有着自己的天地
虽然曾经
断断续续有你的消息
可是在梦里
已经找不到你
也曾有人问起
我们过去的爱情
也曾偶然想起
那一段甜蜜的记忆
在我心里
年少轻狂已成过去
我的世界里
早已不再有你
梦不到你 梦不到你
从不曾怪你恨你埋怨过你
虽然我也曾经哭泣
梦不到你 梦不到你
不愿再想你念你牵挂着你
就让我轻轻地忘记
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