It is always easy to say that with each difficult time, there will always be a better time ahead. In some aspects, what goes round will return; what you lose now, you learn to gain later.
In other aspects, some matters are not subjected to the laws of logic. Some matters always defy logic and at times, it makes not sense to others, except the concerned people. One such matter is called "Love".
Everyone experiences love at one stage or another. But always, as time passes, everyone always longed for the past love that one has had enjoyed before. Such is the extreme of that love lost and which is never found again. Because it always become a memory, forever subjugating the poor soul to a fit of sadness and loneliness.
你的爱,我的天 by 段品章
等你多少年
我孤独的琴弦流泪
流浪多少年
我的梦困守江南
直到今天我依然留恋
那一个盛夏的夜晚
当爱的弓箭张开
话到嘴边却无言
直到今天我依然想念
你那温柔的双眼
错过一生遗憾
黑夜来临常埋怨
爱是多么甜
爱过恨过 情无缘
泪是多么咸
哭过笑过 更缠绵
你的爱是我的天
为你我不停地漂泊
你的爱是我的天
是那为你殉情的缘
直到今天我依然留恋
那一个盛夏的夜晚
当爱的弓箭张开
话到嘴边却无言
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