The one who loved
Knows the autumn fall well

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Our first conversation is still the best part of my life

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And when the days passed
I realised the worth
Yet! It was difficult to say goodbye
Though I needed to do it
Cause now I only owe
The price of your memories
And to repay the worth
I needed to tell goodbye
While holding our memories

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And then it was the hardest goodbye

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I'll cross to the miles for your love

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I hope there is no next time

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So here I stay with my untold story
Where no one knows
Except the heart
Which cried every night
Sometimes I feel
The stories which are written
It must be untold
Cos the pain which it holds
Only the story knows
You only heared the story
But when you heard the story
The story with that person
You will know the pain
The person holds
And sometimes
It's better
The story to be untold

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Stories were meant to be untold

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You are the art
And am the artist

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The feeling is to get disappeared from this world

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