I don't understand,How come you have the liberty?To come and go anywhere?To pull through and pull off anytime?Summer, winter, autumn, spring,Oh yes! Most of the time you fling,So I told myself,To never put faith in you,In the end, I was nothing to do,Except believing in you!When I woke up early;Still, I miss the busWhen I… Continue reading I’m still waiting for you!
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