Brevity, a long word yet it's passing meaning's A sigh like beauty itself, how saddening, Like the song who the small nightingale sings, So neutral, knowing not what is happening.
I need to fade I need to disappear I need to run away from you I need not to get infatuated with sweet words It can be the biggest sin to believe you again Love made me such a fool
Now I am not scared to hurt you Because you will get over memory of us easily and fast