Close friend

Close friends
After the joy We have to break away
Friends
How long you and me ever see again?
The road to me is a long way away.
My road is longer than a flight trip

This love carved on my hand
The wrinkled hand is hidden
Where "friends", no one knows!
Hold on hand to draw a peaceful line

In the distance, when frozen constantly
I try to keep my heart warm
Although skin torn, hands dry
Keep a clear smile on the lips

To this tomorrow, miss you meet me
Will receive a smile soon childhood
Will hear in the warm fire
Group up by years sweetly!