Sometimes love comes to an end.

Fade is the way I interpret the picture I see before me.

You will never change.

There is still hope for us.

Your light was beginning to fade.

Your smile vanished from your face.

Lover’s plea.

Worried by the European debt crisis, oil price volatility, as well as the policy is uncertain, making the American economy declined.

You had had enough.

Reality has hit home hard.