On the lyrics of broken words of youth

I have a trace of melancholy in my eyes

I had a little bit of fear in my arms

There is always too much sorrow in my world

Want to embrace your world, there are always too many helpless

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

No one can escape the curse

Who will give up for who

Youth does not have the past, too late to portray the memory

The feeling of running forward is the only meaning of life

I want a miracle to overcome your beauty

I cheat myself without you is another kind of poetry

I'm afraid to become numb and feel depressed every time

I don't know if I can represent myself

I pretended to be blind and insisted on the loneliness

I turned away and told myself never to give up

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Who will give up for who

I have a trace of melancholy in my eyes

I had a little bit of fear in my arms

There is always too much sorrow in my world

Want to embrace your world, there are always too many helpless

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Who will give up for who