I never thought we will end like this.
It seems that , we mold a clay of intimate passion of house , and suddenly, I heard
the wall of trust cracked , the doors of forgiveness were coated with rust. The present now is unseen , and we keep on pulling the past .We never notice that our room for love is now empty. I thought we fixed it, but our tool of commitment was a low quality. Let us now surrender our promise key, and abandon the home of you and me.
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