Lyrics of Bernie's slow motion replay

Meditate on him when busy

Meditate on him when there is no one

When I was bored, I searched my mind repeatedly for his style

He looked back smartly

He shook his head wildly

His hands were wandering, his clothes were floating, and his shadow was getting thinner

He was seen from the crowd

Get close to him from the crowd

He reached up from the crowd and hugged him

His body was moving

His mouth hesitated

His fingertips were crawling, his apnea was dramatic

Every passing minute and second, if we search one by one

How can slow motion show find that if his play is erased

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No one plays the leading role in my heart

Film looks like a complete set of grey

I'm more afraid of clips

Repeat a thousand times

The magnetism will dissipate one day

From then on, it's hard to see you again

Warm time, intimate voice

All into the heart of the beautiful lens

The truth of thinking and the direction of thinking

All illuminated by his image