The midnight wind bid farewell to silence
There was a bit of freedom in the street
When I was young, I was still ignorant of my dream
Open your hands and embrace the sky
Work hard and you'll get the best results
No more excuses. Everyone can
Explain that more is an excuse
No matter what the notes are, I play my freedom
No matter what the end of the story is, I smile to accept it
Too many setbacks, who slowly indifferent, how much pain
I don't understand
The midnight wind bid farewell to silence
There was a bit of freedom in the street
When I was young, I was still ignorant of my dream
Open your hands and embrace the sky
Work hard and you'll get the best results
Stop making excuses
No matter what the notes are, I play my freedom
No matter what the end of the story is, I smile to accept it
Too many setbacks, who slowly indifferent, how much pain
I don't understand
Farewell to the silent wind of midnight
There was a bit of freedom in the street
When I was young, I was still ignorant of my dream
Open your hands and embrace the sky
Work hard and you'll get the best results
No more excuses. Everyone can
Explain that more is an excuse
No matter what the notes are, I play my freedom
No matter what the end of the story is, I smile to accept it
Too many setbacks, who slowly indifferent, how much pain
I don't understand
No matter what the notes are, I play my freedom
No matter what the end of the story is, I smile to accept it
Too many setbacks, who slowly indifferent, how much pain
I don't understand
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