No scenery window, no expression wall, no thought busy
The world subverts your expectations
Soup without taste, makeup without smile and bed without sleep
Ironically, the surface scenery
You said in that letter
Yesterday's you are still in the heart of fanatical cry
You said many years later
Dream and reality are intermingled occasionally
You know, I know you're always thinking about yourself
You like to read books ten years ago
Do you feel desolate occasionally when you don't meet often
You, how much like us, how sad we are
Against the reality, against myself, with the city
Tall buildings are like a lonely battlefield
You dream like I dream like you think
We all want life to be extraordinary
You said in that letter
Some passions can only be repressed but never dimmed
You said many years later
There is a soft touch in every heart
You know, I know you're always thinking about yourself
You like to read books ten years ago
Do you feel desolate occasionally when you don't meet often
You, how much like us, how sad we are
You know, I know you're always thinking about yourself
You like to read books ten years ago
Do you feel desolate occasionally when you don't meet often
You, how much like us, how sad we are
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