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A moment in June, it was February.
Monday, June 8, 2009 10:16 PM8 June 2009 12.40am to 1.06am
A moment in June, it was February.
He was too late
One second was how long it took to determine his fate
If only he could see this occurring earlier
He would not have been a failure
For he had been so caught up with his own idea of happiness
To have realize the pain he was causing her was endless
She could take it no longer
And shut herself from the outside world, for her past memories were much merrier
20 years was how long it took
For him to see the true meaning of happiness he once overlooked
She was his true meaning of the word happiness
Those days spent with her were always endless
The first time he met her on the beach
Was the top level of joy he can now never reach
That one woman he loved and will love forever
Was now gone like a fallen flower carried away by the river
No matter her condition
He’ll not stop loving her until death is the only resolution
He was forgotten by her now
And he has to accept that nothing would be the same now
Tears he shed for her will never end
As he pray for this nightmare to end
But he knew deep down inside it would never end
He was the reason why it started, the only reason for all these.
This was his punishment
It was all his fault from the start
Buy sorry is too late
One word can never change his fate
It is what we call destiny
A moment in June, it was February.
A moment in June, it was February.
He was too late
One second was how long it took to determine his fate
If only he could see this occurring earlier
He would not have been a failure
For he had been so caught up with his own idea of happiness
To have realize the pain he was causing her was endless
She could take it no longer
And shut herself from the outside world, for her past memories were much merrier
20 years was how long it took
For him to see the true meaning of happiness he once overlooked
She was his true meaning of the word happiness
Those days spent with her were always endless
The first time he met her on the beach
Was the top level of joy he can now never reach
That one woman he loved and will love forever
Was now gone like a fallen flower carried away by the river
No matter her condition
He’ll not stop loving her until death is the only resolution
He was forgotten by her now
And he has to accept that nothing would be the same now
Tears he shed for her will never end
As he pray for this nightmare to end
But he knew deep down inside it would never end
He was the reason why it started, the only reason for all these.
This was his punishment
It was all his fault from the start
Buy sorry is too late
One word can never change his fate
It is what we call destiny
A moment in June, it was February.
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