you sad

You get used to her care, her habit of tenderness, she's naughty habits, habits of her smile
even unconsciously,there is a God, the way you used to smile with her, with her gentle manner
you rely on each other , dependent on this sweet habit of
daily work, you used to hear at a specific time the phone rings
or early morning you are still a dream or a busy day you came home late at night
the phone rings, you use the most gentle voice looking forward to her response to
not her voice when heard, you will always be a little bit of disappointment because of her sweet
habits < br> And then one day you broke up, you sad, sad, despair and dismay
is the same as you used to rely on TV drama,
but you have to give up (used to) you no longer have the right to
customary rights to her care, gentle, mischievous smile
with new habits so you have got used
you think her tears and thinking of passing the memory
bedtime every day you get used to not She whispered again
before sunset every day you get used to standing in the window watching the sunset silence

until you get used to the day, you are too busy you forget these habits
no longer used, not used to facing the sunset daze
before you suddenly find a long, long time did not think she's a gentle
you even some forget her appearance, vague,
you only remember She has a straight hair
you only remember pieces of her beautiful white dress,
you only remember that she once had as good-looking smile
however, are already blurry the
that When love has finally become a beautiful passing, we are no longer afraid of losing love, regret

is afraid of losing one sweet (used)
we're not really lost (custom)
but try not to those accustomed to living habits is also a habit