Your iris never bloomed again
The cat stayed in the cafe, too
I haven't pulled the curtain yet
Said the lights were too dim
Whispering behind his back
I've read all the books you gave me
Is your message crying or laughing
It's like being a friend
Good thing you're a friend
Don't say what should be said
What do you say
I'm not like that
Don't just let go
You moved me. I stopped at the intersection
I don't want to forget it
In the street of every encounter
You look at me
How strange is it
I've read all the books you gave me
Is your message crying or laughing
It's like being a friend
Good thing you're a friend
Don't say what should be said
I can't say
I'm not like that
It's not about letting go
You moved me. I stopped at the intersection
I don't want to forget it
In the street of every encounter
You look at me
How strange is it
That's not the truth
Don't just let go
You moved me. I stopped at the intersection
I don't want to forget it
In the face of every encounter
You look at me
How strange is it
You look at me
How strange is it
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