Nothing
You take my waiting
Don't worry about the spring and autumn of the Analects with me
I don't understand your request
How is it different from others
Too nostalgic, no reservation
Give you all my tenderness to the end
I take the rest
And you accept it all
Your promise after separation
Turn into nothingness
There's not a trace of it
Our love doesn't need to be saved
spilled water cannot be gathered up
Overturn all I have
The broken string disturbs the rhythm
The listener is absurd
A touch of sadness
Can you stop for a while
Let me make it all the way back
Turn into nothingness
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