I'm the only one left thinking of you
Press six numbers and sit down
I'm looking for you. The receiver should be lowered
I'm looking forward to a chance to whisper my mistakes
Who called at midnight
Like the cry of my sorrow
And it turns out that's your tone
It doesn't matter who is wrong
Because we need each other
There is no goal even in the long night
I never thought it would be you
I'm glad it's you
All your intimate feelings
No more reason
There is no reason for emotion
I've forgotten the past when my fate is gone
I didn't expect it to be you
Never happy
We believe that this is not a play in a play
You changed my luck
I'm always one after another
I love you so much, the more cowardly I will be
I have also thought about how stupid everything is
If it's my fault, why don't I make a mistake
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