It's lost
The lonely city holds all the people, he doesn't care who you are
Who? The bus is half an hour away from the terminal.
In a hurry, people in a hurry, empty, all the way cold, empty heart.
Loneliness doesn't care how many people are around.
The lonely city lost the person who should be loved most.
The lonely city lost its own soul.
Lonely city whitewash all people, he doesn't care who you are
Who? The bus is half an hour away from the terminal.
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