I've tried to hold it out, this time i give up on you, i'm letting you go.
I hope time could soften our heart and maybe we both can make amends.
It's like an old factory, forgotten and abandoned.
The portrait of the dying days.
It's like an old factory The only thing remain is The portrait of the dying days.
I wish i had a chance to relive our golden days.
Walking through time just to make things right, make things right.
Or maybe just let it all fall apart.
I'll forgive the unforgiven, and when the seasons change i will be here still with an open arms.

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