De Javu

Although we are different... We trusted each other... Although we are different... We helped each other... Although we are different... We honored and appreciated each other...

There were one million reasons... To make you believed... There were one thousand praises... To make you be flattered... However... There is only one love... To make you happy... One love from me... Only for you... Beloved of my heart.

Why did you choose her? ... Because I love... Why do you love her? ... Because I want to... Why do you want her? ... Because I needed...

Good morning my woman... The morning always beautiful... Not because of refreshing morning air... Or the melodious sound of birds singing... But because of your charm... That emanated from the soul... True beauty of a woman... True beauty... That could not be compared... With a perfection...

All has happened... Did not need you regretted... Still was the morning ... That always waited you... To begin the day... Gained the other dream...

I realised... If could not receive you completely ... However... I will learn to understand you... Understood your feeling... And your wish... I do all this... With the sincerity... To make U happy... And feel perfect.

Only 365 days... However meant so much for us... Time and the opportunity... That was passed by us together... It was the most beautiful gift... We have separated... But not the end of the meeting... We are no longer together... But still could greet each other... There were no regret... Because... Maybe this is our destiny.

The train symbolised togetherness... Always coupled... Anywhere they went... The train also symbolised idealism... Always went on the rails... To achieve the aim... And the rails were symbol consistency... That had not changed... Although must pass various barriers...

Love is only a word... But had many meanings... In accordance with that was felt... A word... That was felt with the heart... And was realised... With a variety of ways... A magic word... That could change everything... Till sometimes not make sense...

The wish was the dream... That not necessarily was realised... Despite by working hard... And the sacrifice... Sometimes... The dream only filled thoughts... Became the illusion... That illustrated the reality ...