Then one day I'm accustomed you busy ...

He is busy, forgot that I also like to fist him strolling in a sunny afternoon and oblique wind occasionally.

He is busy, forgetting that I wanted to hug you back, and then two runs the car wandering the suburbs last week.

He is busy, forgot that she is also the daughter of, also has a weak heart, asleep at the shoulder you'd like each when tired, also want to cry a battle, then borrow the shirt to wipe the water nose tùm lum ...

He is busy, and I too free, and you just know do everything alone.

He is busy, forgetting that I also like to nhõng nhẽo, nũng nịu with him, then he will tell you that "good girl, you're hurt!"

He is busy, forgetting that I want to like people, hand in hand dating Saturday night.

He is busy, forgot that I also have at the lonely, alone.

He is busy, forgot that I also need shared at the san.

He is busy, forgot that I'm waiting for you to come.

He is busy, forgot that I myself no longer sweet on new love.

He is busy, forgot about that ... you love each other.

Then, he's still busy, until you are accustomed to doing everything without you.

He is busy, sad, I cried and then manually wipe tears.

You're busy, I go to the movies, wandering the streets.

You're busy, I go eat his favorite dishes, listen to sweet music.

You're busy, I went for coffee alone, the book or choose yourself, love yourself a little more.

And when you're busy, you're dating with you.

Then one day, you will realize, that I'm also busy with his own life, I'm also busy with his story, i.e. I used alone to do all, accustomed to no. That's it!=