The kind of interpretation that becomes a sigh╮
Interpretation, a relationship
Forget the sadness つ
The color of flowers and the tears of people < /p>
I miss the warmth of your embrace
丅①Station--?Blurred
﹏Love has passed╮
『Are you afraid of Kuei?
Caressing the head with a sad look
Notes, memories
There has always been a shadow.
Turning around, the traces of tears still remain.
From your eyes, I can see sadness
- I didn’t know love could be like this
The love scene at the end of the curtain seemed so confusing
< p> - My smile is gradually expiring╭ァJust a friend, nothing more
You still forgot me-
The Crying of Tokyo Sakura
p>If you haven’t seen it through
Prison 心心
I am tired of loving you
The past is just a memory
Youth has to say goodbye eventually.
. Lost
ミ Life Extension Song.
〆⌒Old people, old dreams, old sadness|
Cold goodbye#
Desperate thoughtsゆ
Depression and sadness
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The ending is sentimental
Waiting for a long time
Sadness like falling leaves
╰The tea is slightly cold, so cold that it makes me sad.
じWe are like sugar? Sweet to the point of sadness┗
- - No love, no hate.
If life were just like the first time we met.
Time has changed so much
I only leave my ring finger to you.
Let go of your love
The old memories of the empty city,
The lost tenderness╮
The sadness cannot be erased
Flowers sting the lifeblood
The cycle of mourning
Pretended strength
Tears can’t be shed
Seeing through the warmth and coldness of the world
In tears
Time is very short
Save your song
If. We are still together.
Endless acting⌒ Understatement.
Lies are still the beauty of the past
Slowly forgetting the sadness is like a residual dream
The future Even if there are thousands of songs.
Flowers fall for a time but no one can?
That once I swore to you
I loved you deeply╮
I will miss you The pain of breathing丶
My loneliness turned into uneasiness.
A love that cannot be talked about ゛
Then, love will be at ease
Memories of unparalleled pain
Time cannot erase me Missing you
╰I am lost in the maze of memory
No matter how light the memory is, it is not as light as the pulse.
The dazzling sunshine cannot shine on me. Missing
The mottled passing years, unable to let go
At the end of the season, those bleak and pale memories.
When a man cries, it does not mean he is weak
It’s just that time has diluted the fate*