Someone, we have no chance to meet, while we do, we hesitate, maybe not to meet is best for us.
Something, we have no chance to do, while we do, we just don't want to.
Some words in our heart, we have no chance to express, while we do, we just cannot.
Our love in our heart, we have no chance to express, while we do have the chance, love doesnot exist any longer.
Someone, we have chances to meet, but we find ourselves excuses to say no, while we want to meet, no chance any more.
Some words, we have chances to say, but we always consider to say them later, while we want to say, no chance any more.
Something, we have chances to do, but we always delay them day by day, while we want to do, no chance any more.
Facing others' love, we don't care about them, while we want them back, no chance any more.
Life is ironic sometimes.
When we turn around, life has totally changed.
We said we would be together forever, but no one knows how, we just part. We think it over and over but have no idea what separated us. Then we suddenly realize, how fragile love is. We went through stroms but not commonness; we were together facing the wind and rain, but separate when sun shines, maybe it was just a fit of pique, or something unimportant. Imagine the sweetness of reconciliation, and the hugs while seeing again, we will cry and pat each other with the sweetest smiles, how wonderful it will be.
But no one knows, when we say goodbye, we can never be together.
Then, we have our own life, own beloved ones. Even once we loved, we are just strangers.
Though we live in the same city, never can we meet.
One day, one moment, one street, we just pass by.
We sigh and we know we have no choice.
Maybe you are happy for finding the right one;
Maybe you are not for no one but that one loves you truly.
Time passes without your messages, i didnot think of you any more, and I will not do.