人要痛几次才够，你要伤几次才懂？
是痛过了泪干了，伤过了麻醉了么。
strolling the victoria park
holding the hands
talking the loves
everything seems so real
its of romance; its of charm; its of fairytale
how much of pain i dont wanna recall them
escaping from the scars, going where i ever dreamed
please dont ask
why are you being naive like, again
not blessed being the hater
to whom i ever loved
can i, follow the its-gonna-be-hurt heart
its been tired of holding, very
