The lyrics of Juliet McGregor's gun

I wrestle with my match gun every night

Fear erodes the thoughtful me

You love to pick wild flowers everywhere, like a butterfly

Tolerance repels the impact of new lovers for you

But you make me charming

Love is too extreme and suddenly becomes fragile

Also hurt the pessimist, sooner or later also jealous

My image has been lowered in spite of my weakness and I have become stupid

Loyalty to you makes me full of opportunities, love makes me hateful

My bright becomes obscure, my confusion is like a madwoman

Too happy to be afraid of a change in scenery

I don't pretend to be calm with my gun every night

Infatuated with it, he was frightened and wandered for his life

If you love too much, you will be surprised in the end

Pray for God to hear the shortness of breath

It's hopeless to admire too much

Too many ideas to cheer

I'm alive to worry about you

The image of me becomes low and weak

Loyalty to you makes me full of opportunities, love makes me hateful

My bright becomes obscure, my confusion is like a madwoman

Too happy to be afraid of a change in scenery

Like the doomsday, tomorrow is approaching, this bad omen can't be waved

Forgive me for being so confused that I don't know how to laugh

Oh… I don't want to

My image has been lowered in spite of my weakness and I have become stupid

Loyalty to you makes me full of opportunities, love makes me hateful

My bright becomes obscure, my confusion is like a madwoman

Too happy to be afraid of a love

My goodness has become abominable, and my folly even more so

Too much worry, let you lock into the bottom of my heart, afraid not enough to consolidate

Your promise goes back every day, my heaviness doubles every time

Kiss you, foresee a change of scenery

I'm afraid I can't see God's blessing