Lirik Lagu Say Goodbye Novels & Stories

Tiar looked away for a moment. Laya wiped away a tear. “I love you, Tiar. But I’m tired.” His head immediately shook. “Don’t start.” “I mean it.” “Don’t say you’re tired as if everything can just end like that.” “Do you think I haven’t tried?” “I know you tried.” “No. You don’t.” Laya’s voice cracked.

Goodbye, Philippines! Goodbye, Jay! I don't know if I should still say I love you, but I can't resist. I cried silently watching as the plane left the land, a sign that this was a real goodbye! I put on my headset to listen to random music stored on my phone. I cried as I heard the song I love you, goodbye. I can't believe my phone pities me for playing this song. I can't suppress my sobs as I continue to listen to the music.

Mark isn't my friend, but I can tolerate him more a little, which will help if I ever let Sam go. Goodbye Father, stand by me, Above the clouds forever free, Always brave, and always true, It's my time to remember you, Goodbye Father, I'm your blood, The waterfall defeated you like a flood, Always in my memory as I sleep, It's time for me to let myself weep, Goodbye Father, remember me, Always my hero, forever free...

Even the sharp corners of tables and chairs were filed down. I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. I felt hollow and lifeless. How could dying be this hard? I walked over to the window, my gaze falling on what used to be a vibrant garden. Once, it bloomed with roses—my favorite. But Maynard had burned them all down after Darlene pricked her finger on a thorn. I scanned the room, searching for something I could use to smash the window and escape. That was when the door creaked open.

It felt like I had to get everything off my chest. The more I spoke, the more heartbroken I became. By the time I finished, my voice was slightly hoarse. On the other end of the line, Ryan was silent the entire time. It wasn’t until my sobs finally died down that he spoke—his voice cold. "Are you done crying?" There was impatience in his tone, like a bucket of ice water dumped over me as if to remind me how ridiculous I was.

I curled up into a ball from pain. Was I not dead? My illness could not hurt me anymore, so why was I still experiencing such pain? Maybe it was because words could kill too. Holly said with a smile, “Alba, don’t worry. I’m not like her. But… When I saw this poor girl, it made me think of Paige Powell. She hasn’t texted me back in a few days. I’m a little worried about her.” Holly was still trying her best to make me look bad in my father’s eyes.

She was a decent person, and she was no longer afraid of those who would talk bad about her behind her back. "Karen, come and sing a song." May handed the microphone over to Karen. "Which song do you want to sing? I'll choose for you." Karen thought for a moment and said, "Easy come easy go." She wanted to use this song to say goodbye to the bad things in the past. No one can hurt her again in the future. May chose this song for Karen. When the melody of the song started, everyone started to move according to the beat. However, when Karen was about to sing, the biggest LED screen on the wall changed from advertisements to a photo.

His praise ignited a surge of pride within me, and I couldn't help but respond, my voice steady and composed, "Thank you, Elijah. I've truly learned a great deal from you." A small smile danced upon his lips as he acknowledged, "Indeed, I can see the growth in you. You've become a strong and independent woman." Though his words evoked a pang of sadness within me, reminding me of the bond we once shared, I knew it was time to forge ahead and focus on my own future. Expressing my gratitude, I offered him a small smile and said, "Thank you for everything, Elijah. I sincerely wish you all the best," before gracefully walking away.

Along with it went my memories of being eighteen. I would indeed be attending the wedding tomorrow. Just not to marry him. …… On the wedding day, Adrian listened to the mechanical female voice on the other end of the line and irritably stubbed out his cigarette. No matter what he did, he could not get through to that number that used to pick up within seconds. "Iris isn't answering my calls anymore." Scrolling up the call log, he saw that that familiar number had made ninety-nine missed calls. It was the day he had accompanied Zoe to take wedding photos.

Lawrence called my name, but he couldn't force out the next sentence. It was as if no matter what he said, it would be rejected. As if no matter what he said, he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. "I don't need your flowers. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Lawrence Schwartz." This was the first time in five years I had seriously called him by his name. I hoped it would also be the last. I dragged my suitcase outside. That oversized suitcase carried everything I owned from this old house. Lawrence looked back into the house. It was empty, lifeless. What was left for him looked no different from a staged model home.