I wonder when it could be my last cry for you. It could be the previous one or the next one. Still, Im not sure if I could stop thinking about you. That I dont know if I could really stop crying for you.
I cry for the day you walked out of my life. I cry for the day we laughed together. I cry for the day Ive made you cried. I cry for the worst and the best time being with you.
Though my tears are just useless, I cant help but cry. They flew from the dept of my helpless despair. I could only wish it was the last time to cry. Somehow I wish my tears could call for your return.