It is said that our lives are worthless.<br />They pass in an instant like the roses wither.<br />It is said that time which whispers is a perversion for our griefs.<br />It make layers, still someone told me.<br /><br />That you still love me,<br />Someone told me that you have lays love me.<br />Is that still possible?<br /><br />It is said that destiny mocks us<br />That it promised everything and gives nothing<br />It seems that happiness is carried in the hand.<br />When you stretch the hand and find madness<br />Still someone told me...<br /><br />But who told me that you love me?<br />I no longer remember, it was late at night.<br />I still hear the voice, but I no longer see the face.<br />"He loves you, it is a secret, he did not say that I should tell you.<br /><br />You see, someone told me.<br />That you still love me, someone truly told me ...<br />That you still love me, is that possible?<br />It is said that our lives are worthless.<br />They pass in an instant like the roses wither.<br />It is said that time which whispers is perversion for our griefs.
