My OperaTuesday, May 21, 2013 2:23:23 AM
I miss the old days when I still care.
I let my tears fly up to the sky, and they fall down into your eyes.
You look at me and we both cry; I know it's time.
Can't forgive and forget our lies, as our hope can not be revived.
You look at me and we both cry; I know it's time.
It is time.
Look at me. It's time.
