In
the beginning
The
lives of lovers
It
is sweet as honey
There
is the smooth sailing
Nothing
is wrong
The
good habits scored
There
is nothing to complain
Even
the eyes see the mind forgets
The
trust of the game
The
lives of lovers play
Along
the Great Wall
No
preying eyes to watch
When
the whip comes
The
marks will stay
The
sad tales in pages
The
trust is gone
The
days of sorrow and pain
The
life seems worthless in the mind
Many
will get through with it
They
move on forget about former flames
The
trust of the game
Once
it is broken
It
will hard to put back again
The
marks will stay
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