You touched the palm of your hand
The shoulder has been held by you
Your hair is going through slowly
That's what it says in the diary
The song I ordered for you
I haven't sung for a long time
Those years of love are so wasted
Think about it is also a kind of life
What I miss is how much I love you
In fact, it's my desperate courage
It's actually the age I'm willing to sacrifice
It's none of your business
What I miss is actually my diary
It's the white coat you like
I'm waiting for myself under the street lamp
It's none of your business
Your letter has turned yellow
It was slowly torn off
Your shadow is fading
That's what it says in the diary
Those heartbreaking nights
It's been a long time
The appointed time has passed
Thinking about it is also a result
What I miss is how much I love you
In fact, it's my desperate courage
It's actually the age I'm willing to sacrifice
It's none of your business
What I miss is actually my diary
It's the white coat you like
I'm waiting for myself under the street lamp
It's none of your business
If the singer changes, it's you
If the city can lose its memory
If no one is in the morning
At dusk in the wind in the rain
Struggling to leave
What I miss is that I love you
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