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I've heard a lot of nonsense for a long time
It's also an excuse for separation. That's all
Flickering lights
The cold chest is cold
I love it as if it's done
If it's the result of the mission, how can we be sad
Pain is the imitation of crying what
You can't think about it. You can't bear it
Don't look at love as twists and turns
It's tiring to keep making choices
Order a suitable love song and sing it
I don't know how many bumps there are in life
Whatever. Whatever. I'm not happy
I was not willing to lose
I've heard a lot of nonsense for a long time
It's also an excuse for separation. That's all
Flickering lights
The cold chest is cold
I love it as if it's done
If it's the result of the mission, how can we be sad
Pain is the imitation of crying what
You can't think about it. You can't bear it
Don't look at love as twists and turns
It's tiring to keep making choices
Order a suitable love song and sing it
I don't know how many bumps there are in life
Whatever. Whatever. I'm not happy
I was not willing to lose
You can't think about it. You can't bear it
Don't look at love as twists and turns
It's tiring to keep making choices
Order a suitable love song and sing it
I don't know how many bumps there are in life
Whatever. Whatever. I'm not happy
It's gone. It's gone
I was not willing to lose
I'm not willing to
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