Prod by. TanX
It's a pity he's not me
No qualification can make me sad
If this luxury is too painful
Who has the courage to guess
Why is he not me
No qualification can make you sad
I'm not that rope. What if it's broken
Deep swamp, burning heaven
It's not me
I've tried to see you floating in the dream river
But I'm just an unqualified color that doesn't quench thirst
You try to make mistakes, but the fear turns out to be pandering
I can only hold you and fall in the sky
Blame me for worshiping him too much, good or bad
Love and hate that breed incurable diseases are also good
Is parallel time and space exist? I am black, you are white
One second of the future alone
It's a pity he's not me
No qualification can make me sad
If this luxury is too painful
Who has the courage to guess
Why is he not me
No qualification can make you sad
I'm not that rope. What if it's broken
Deep swamp, burning heaven
It's not me
The scab didn't peel off, the waste heat engraved on your body
Or fire, or silence, or cold shoulder, but never show weakness
He is the kind of love song that needs to be told after singing
Who is a passer-by drowned in the desert
Blame me for worshiping him too much, good or bad
Love and hate that breed incurable diseases are also good
Is parallel time and space exist? I am black, you are white
One second of the future alone
It's a pity he's not me
No qualification can make me sad
If this luxury is too painful
Who has the courage to guess
Why is he not me
No qualification can make you sad
I'm not that rope. What if it's broken
Deep swamp, burning heaven
It's not me
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