Meet and wait in the last carriage
Every minute is a long time
You say I'm too dependent on your hand
I hate your eyes, your movements
But I can't help falling into your tenderness
I hate myself for losing control of you
Frowning only makes you ugly
You don't care
Said to let go, but reluctant to speak first
I'm sad to say you're happy
You are happy, but I am sad
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