My world, without you in it! My fingertips, have pop-up cocoons, still can't keep you on my side... And I accompanied only figure, even so we want to see it must be back to the sun of happiness across the glass, looks very beautiful, but not touch, perhaps pass you only leave a trace in my life we are walking side by side in the darkness of the soul, though it couldn't see each other, but we not lonely sky blue Mark van, all of my heart I do not consider;