Until we turn into the dust
And last goodbye that shall be saying
I will remember your visage,
those sneaky smirks would be remain.
Until we turn into the dust
And having drench upon the hearse
I'll lovely dream your killing tears,
those drowning hugs would be remain.
Goodbye my love, don't keep regrets
No one of those should be existed.
We loved. We scored and never playing.
Those flats sincerely will sustain.
Farewell my gem, quit feed the past
Don't follow shadows on the twelve
I will possess untill I pass
Your every tiny bind of skin...
my reine.
Until we turn into the dust
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