2001年October月
2820:29:15
Maybe I didnt love you
Quite as often as I could have
And maybe I didnt treat you
Quite as good as I should have
If I made you feel second best
Girl Im sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
And maybe I didnt hold you
All those lonely.. lonely times
And I guess I never told you
Im so happy that youre mine
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me..
Tell me that your sweet love hasnt died
Give me..
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied
Ill keep you satisfied
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind..
Quite as often as I could have
And maybe I didnt treat you
Quite as good as I should have
If I made you feel second best
Girl Im sorry I was blind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
And maybe I didnt hold you
All those lonely.. lonely times
And I guess I never told you
Im so happy that youre mine
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
Tell me..
Tell me that your sweet love hasnt died
Give me..
Give me one more chance to keep you satisfied
Ill keep you satisfied
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind..
2001年August月
1510:34:12
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless.
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.
Gloomy is Sunday; with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon therell be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.
Death is no dream, for in death Im caressing you.
With the last breath of my soul Ill be blessing you.
Gloomy Sunday.
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.
Gloomy is Sunday; with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon therell be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.
Death is no dream, for in death Im caressing you.
With the last breath of my soul Ill be blessing you.
Gloomy Sunday.