Often wandering on your shoulders
Often play in the palm of your hand cross line
I may cry
Evaporate gently to make fresh raindrops
It's your original
The beat of breathing
Tame my heart
When the sky is down
That's sweet
Close your eyes
Like the sea
No smell
No need for color beauty
There is no need to add tone
Deep into the first century
There is no need to deliberately
No movement, no expression
I hold you
So strong
It's praise
It's your original
The sentence of body
Tame my heart
Make the moon move
That intuition
Close your eyes
Like the sea
No smell
No need for color beauty
There is no need to add tone
Deep into the first century
There is no need to deliberately
No movement, no expression
I can also describe you
I hold you
So strong
It's praise
There is no need to deliberately
No movement, no expression
I hold you
Happy as flies
It's praise
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