I always loved the Rain
When people running away from
I am stucked at Night
When all of them waiting for the sunrise
Beginning to think sorrow is more precious
Happiness is just a spring breeze
In the end
Here i am
The Master in the Art of Losing
When people running away from
I am stucked at Night
When all of them waiting for the sunrise
Beginning to think sorrow is more precious
Happiness is just a spring breeze
In the end
Here i am
The Master in the Art of Losing