though it is not the spring but there is a spring in my heart...
and this title of this article is a pure translation of a latest bengali song called 'Bashanta eshe gechhe...'
I don't know why I'm writting this article...but while listening the said...
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I can't describe how hard I used to ship them.
And now..I just don't wanna think about it ~_~
It has been soooooooooo manyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy days I have witnessed any ziam interaction ;( ;(
And today I found this fan made video of Ziam with the song Photograph, and I could not help but cried ;( ;(
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"Photograph" {ED Sheeran}
Loving can hurt Loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard You know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me Inside the pocket Of your ripped jeans Holdin' me closer 'Til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal Loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know (know) I swear it will get easier Remember that with every piece of ya And it's the only thing we take with us when we die
We keep this love in this photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Our hearts were never broken Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me Inside the pocket Of your ripped jeans Holdin' me closer 'Til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me That's OK, baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home [4x]
Oh you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were 16 Next to your heartbeat Where I should be Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away I will remember how you kissed me Under the lamppost Back on 6th street Hearing you whisper through the phone, "Wait for me to come home."
