Whose song reminds who never forgets
Whose shirt was left in the corner and I forgot to iron it
Don't have to be brave again and again is also a kind of liberation
Whose pen has written about whose wishes
No one has ever forgiven too much
If you're not a believer, what else can't you let go
Will you take off your disguise to a person
Will you no longer hide the pain of injury
About your 100 kinds of imagination in whose past
Finally choose to forget
Will you go to the place you used to say
Will you give in to the people who love you
Like a kite runner holding on
Whose song reminds who never forgets
Whose shirt was left in the corner and I forgot to iron it
Don't have to be brave again and again is also a kind of liberation
Whose pen has written about whose wishes
No one has ever forgiven too much
If you're not a believer, what else can't you let go
Will you take off your disguise to a person
Will you no longer hide the pain of injury
About your 100 kinds of imagination in whose past
Finally choose to forget
Will you go to the place you used to say
Will you give in to the people who love you
Like a kite runner holding on
Why can I build and destroy your walls
But I'll stumble and end up black and blue
Pain is a recipe for relief, fabricating the shape of happiness
Can I understand all your desires
Are you also reluctant to accept the world
The kite in my hand is shaking like love
It's always impermanent
Will you go to the place you used to say
Will you give in to the people who love you
Be a kite runner and shake with the wind
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