true

there was a time when i was young..

i was always rushing in the front lines
each time i was badly injured
i never gave up
i con't forward to reach you
no matter how painful, how resentful i am
how many times my heart aches
how many time i shed tears
because it's u
i tried harder for u
even if i never succeed
or even a short term victory
it used to worth dying for

but as times goes by,
each time my heart break into pieces,
i try to form it back again
but pieces of it
bit by bit is loss
never to be found
it was then time to return in defeat
hoping it rains
to hide a man's tears
a river to wash away any hope and regret left.... to be con't