Why Love

Why love makes me happy for a while
and then after a moment it would make me cry?
Why does it capture every beautiful moment together
but leaves a picture of my biggest pain?

I have to stay alive to survive
but it seems I'm like a killer of my own desire
Live and continue to seek my gladness
while the earth hides my bitterness.

Do I have to regret for what I've taken?
The road I've chosen must now be forgotten?
Should I say I must not be with the one I love
For loving makes the deepest cut in my heart...