He can see the future
Write the dream on the windowsill
To open up dust
But I can't change the arrangements
Keep the outline of the play
See off the accident with tears
The next second has already released eyebrows
Is it worth fighting with God
Since love can't come back
It's better to be in a daze than indignation
The prophet cut her off
The way of life
It's not going to be ash, but
Even if you can't help crying
Cover up, too
It won't end like this
The most romantic story
I tried my best to put wings on love
She wants to be more ignorant
To love happily
A name
I want to escape
Be a prophet
She has too much bearing
It's all overloaded
Ever since she knew the pain
Prophecy is not a monologue
One man's stage
From the frontier of love
She saw through the next paragraph
I'm not sure if I can see it
How to expect this
It's better to cheat than to understand
The prophet cut her off
The way of life
It's not going to be ash, but
Even if you can't help crying
Cover up, too
It won't end like this
The most romantic story
I tried my best to put wings on love
She wants to be more ignorant
To love happily
A name
I want to escape
Be a prophet
A prophet
I want to escape
Be a prophet
He can see the future
Write the dream on the windowsill
A path of dust
But I can't change the arrangements
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