I wake up in the middle of the night
Feel a kind of inexplicable sadness
Suddenly remembered someone to say
Dreamy people always live more helpless
Looking through old photos
I can't help getting excited
No one knows better than me
How do I travel these days
The box of memory is gradually opened by night
I'm afraid of the cold
Fear the ups and downs of fortune
Afraid of familiar people become strange
I'm afraid you think you know me
Persuade me to give up the enthusiasm of persistence
I'm afraid of the cold
Afraid of cold indifferent eyes
I'm afraid I'm moved and sad. I'm alone
I'm afraid I don't want to go to sleep at night
Will make all the tears boil
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