The heart is no longer tough
It breaks at the touch
I use a farfetched smile
Cover up the cracks
How deep is the smile
How deep can it hurt
Reality is always cruel
Dreams are no longer simple, they are always in disorder
A woman's heart
Who can really see it
Ask yourself, I've never failed anyone
Which woman doesn't want to love safely
I want to love only one person in my life
There is only one needle left in my heart
But this constant gathering, scattering and parting
Always making fun of my fragile soul
music
Every memory is like a thorn
Little by little pile up into a word
What a deep wound
What beautiful patterns
The dull pain that will come at any time
Every memory is like a thorn
Little by little pile up into a word
See love in your left eye
See hate with your right eye
Why can't my feelings be complete
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