The spire still remembers the wonderful embrace
Love has a thousand pounds, heavy over the endless railway
No matter how clumsy and thick your fingers are, your skin will be mended
The former one never did
It's you who wake me up and work hard to be loved
But it's not good to look back and see you do good for me
I'm the lucky one, with eyes closed, only your heavy figure
If this memory is not love, even the day will not be too happy
Is it worth swearing to be beautiful all your life
I'm not only grateful and respectful to you, but also hypocritical to be your confidant
Is it more beautiful to share my everything
Give me self-confidence, give me status, that's what happiness is
No matter how beautiful they are, they are not as expensive as you are
No matter how soft the memory is, the pulse sounds
My arm in the swimming
I'm so lucky to turn around and find you to cheer me up
If you can hold this love, even the day will be happy for me
Because of self-confidence, beauty makes me feel inferior
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