When I walked out of this door, I didn't forget to leave a lamp
This is the last remaining warmth of my love
Maybe in a new place outside the sun
Will tell me the real answer
Should we wake up or be drunk, cruel or compassionate
Will you regret going right
I've never hated you, but I'm tired of love
You are my most gentle enemy
I am everything in your life
And a prisoner of your ideal love
You and I who love who is more happy
Maybe no one can say clearly until now
Who are you and I in pain
Maybe in the end, it's nothing more than mutual hostility and love collapse
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