Singing in the middle of the night
The world is vast and the sea of people is vast
It is hard to think where the intimate person is
The flowers will bloom and the moon will be bright
Only that bosom friend is hard to find, unless it is a dream
There is a heaven in my heart
Myths are playing everywhere
Watching me sing, my heart is with me
My singing is appreciated by him
My mind is conjectured by him
Even in my dream, I feel like a soul stirring person
The flowers will bloom and the moon will be bright
Only that bosom friend is hard to find, unless it is a dream
Melodious Charm
My singing is appreciated by him
My mind is conjectured by him
Even in my dream, I feel like a soul stirring person
The flowers will bloom and the moon will be bright
Even though it's hard to find a bosom friend, unless it's a dream
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