You always love to talk about things, too much time is not enough
And I always try to find a reason to let myself have no time to think about the future
I think it will wait until the time of happiness
When the flowers bloom, the sky turns gray
There's no time to look back. It's too wordy and you and I are very busy
Busy running forward, but forget to move all the way treasure
It's too late to look back. It's empty. You and I are too busy
I just want to cry when I get used to it
All happy sad numbness receive
Busy is the reason why we are used to trading the present for the future
Maybe it's the most beautiful moment to watch the flowers bloom
When the flowers bloom, the sky turns gray
You always like to say that there is not enough time
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