Confession
*Sleep and remember
Standing and remembering
Too exhausted
The more you look, the more nervous you are
I'm afraid I'll die
Love to want to escape
Don't lose yourself
You like to come
Infatuated with oneself
Willing to be free
Fly separately
Looking to be stored up
That half of the drama is flying
Fall in and pull out
It's like a paradox
Only in this way can we have a long aftertaste
Love the least
#If I leave, forget
Never looking for you
I know I can't see you
Fly separately
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