
Originally Posted by
pinar85
I loved, I didn't deny
In some part of my heart there are many things (actually i interpreted this sentence, not translated because it sounded nonsense when translated all words exactly)
My mind comes and goes every now and then
It seeks love in tales
If it can't find love, it comes back
I always complain about myself (my mood)
I want to be hurt deeply
I can't tell anyone about my sorrows
I couldn't find a way out
Ahhhh all sorrows come and find me
Why is there always a painful story after all?
Since we are used to "things go this way",
I have never gained something through love
I stopped, didn't insist
I realized that i'm losing my life