Her street is always sunny
Put laughter and sadness in your hair
She cleans her heart every day
Always looking forward to the dream one day
It's called love street in summer
She faintly heard the wildness in her heart
When love goes by, there is no event left
She closed her eyes like a silent spring
Between coming and going
Which is the lonely face
A little flustered, a little confused
Is this beauty really collectable
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