I can't help but feel happy when I meet you in the street
Why is there a separate you when you turn around
You are here, you are there
Every passer-by is just like you
It's like uncovering the black box hidden in the subconscious
Locked up memories of old love
Four hundred of you, eight hundred of you
Every step of the way
There's no point in it. I owe you so much
Didn't you leave me that day
Or did I have too many illusions after I was killed
In my eyes, everyone looks like you, everyone is you
It's completely blocked along the way
How many street corners are there ahead
The lingering soul is dating with me
How does your body cling to me
In the end, the true and false classics have been mixed up
It's the same thing
I'm the one who won't give up
I'm the one I'm afraid of most
A little hint will also remind you
Accidentally see a gentleman like you a thick eyebrow
Look into the eye also spell you
The curtain of old things has been opened again
It's meaningless. What do I owe you to chase me
Didn't you leave me that day
Or do I have too many future troubles
No one punished me. It's just that I can't get over my grief
Thousands of them were created out of thin air
The lingering soul is dating with me
Those recollections could have leaped
I prefer to torture him again and again
In fact, he is full of persistence
I'm the one who won't be reconciled
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