Some songs are never just ordinary songs, they become the memories you collect in your life.
Pain withheld becomes hate, pain shared becomes love.
No love is lost; unless we try, to make it last forever.
She kills her words, but somehow the feeling survives. And no matter where she buries them, he always sees them in her eyes. 
The day we stop yearning, is the day we stop learning.
No poem of mine will, be as beautiful as the one; I create on your lips. 
You are to me,what wind is to dry leaves.
The reason for me to fall,
the reason for me to fly.
