Você procurou por: god never stopped to us until we become one (Inglês - Tagalo)

in gods perfect time we become one
في الآلهة وقت مثالي نصبح واحدة

just crush you but i'm so loyal to you, what if we become one ^^
kung ano ang iniisip natin ay magiging tayo

yesterday when i was young, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, i teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame; the thousand dreams i dreamed, the splendid things i planned i always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand; i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day and only now i see how the years ran away yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought something new to do, i used my magic age as if it were a wand, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond; the game of love i played with arrogance and pride and every flame i lit too quickly, quickly died; the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away and only i am left on stage to end the play there are so many songs in me that won't be sung, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, the time has come for me to pay for yesterday when i was young yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all
yesterday when i was young, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, i teased at life as if it were a foolish game, the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame; the thousand dreams i dreamed, the splendid things i planned i always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand; i lived by night and shunned the naked light of day and only now i see how the years ran away yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all yesterday the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought something new to do, i used my magic age as if it were a wand, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond; the game of love i played with arrogance and pride and every flame i lit too quickly, quickly died; the friends i made all seemed somehow to drift away and only i am left on stage to end the play there are so many songs in me that won't be sung, i feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue, the time has come for me to pay for yesterday when i was young yesterday, when i was young, so many happy songs were waiting to be sung, so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see, i ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out, i never stopped to think what life was all about and every conversation i can now recall concerned itself with me and nothing else at all