Your answers are in a mess, at this moment.
I'm thinking of the white dove by the fountain, sweets are falling down.
Emotions are struggling, I still love you!
But you're singing disconnectedly,
pretending that nothing happened.
Over time, love is faced with choosing, you are cold, tired, I cried
Unhappiness while leaving, you wrote in the card, saying
some love was given till now with pain.
What's wrong? You are tired. Where's the happiness we talked about?
I understand. Stop talking. Love is pale. Dreams are far away.
Happiness and unhappiness are counted, though you can't let go
Those feelings of our love are too unforgettable that I all remember.
You stopped waiting. Where’s the happiness we talked about?
I was wrong. Tears were gone. I gave up. I regretted.
But the musical box of memories is still turning.
How can I stop it?