Wiping up her tears with her sleeve
She told me that she will leave
Even if I turned over a new leaf
And not doing anything aggressive
The present for her in the new year eve
She never really comes out to retrieve
Maybe her eyes just know how to deceive
Which causes my mind very hard to perceive
Again, I couldn't tell her: "Stay, don't leave!!!"
I only know the day she left is the only day I grieve
It's the same like tearing up the things we had weaved...
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