On October 15, 2013
I saw this picture in the future,
tortured on a floor,
it kills me and haunts me.
Whatever we had,
from a start to the end,
is paying a full price
to the evil gang.
I saw this picture of our future
is impossible to pull off,
it kills me and haunts me.
Whatever we had,
from a start to the end,
is paying the last tribute
to our love.
I don't want to see you aching,
don't want to hold you dying,
don't like myself at all,
and hate you because you earn it
to call me your own.
"see you - hold you - like you - I hate you!"
