Too Late...

[ 古巨基 ] 愛得太遲

Rain a little this morning... Miserable feeling...
Heart sinks deeper every seconds... Feeling hollow... a sense of losing...
It's already too late to say sorry... as things wouldn't be the same...
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Close friends drifted apart due to hardly catch up...
Never notice the wrinkles of our parents as we're too busy with our own lives...
Too busy with our career...
Too busy for our own health (when was the last time you slow down?)...
Too busy to watch the movies we collected...
Too busy to express your love for someone...
Wait till next time... Wait till we have time... Wait till tomorrow...
What if it's too late to love? ...
What if it's too late to regret? ...
What if we have missed the moment just like we missed the wrinkles of our parents?
What if there's no tomorrow? ... and what if we have missed the moment??