It's a long time ago
In the city of song and dance
I can't help looking back at my city
It's in my hands
It's going to be lost
this
He is childish
My stubbornness
It's all history
Broken city
Ordinary days
He (she)
Keep looking
Thorns of life
Life is not as good as poetry
Turn around and bump into reality
What can we do
He is still reckless to the reality
Waiting for a beautiful story
Corroded
The last good dream
Gradually disappear
Put down the toys
Hands up, no murmur
He is childish
My stubbornness
It's all history
Broken city
Ordinary days
He (she)
Keep looking
Thorns of life
Life is not as good as poetry
Turn around and bump into reality
What can we do
He is still reckless to the reality
Beautiful story waiting
Corroded
The last good dream
Gradually disappear
Put down the toys
Hands up, no murmur
It's a long time ago
In the city of song and dance
I can't help looking back at my city
It's in my hands
It's going to be lost
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