The hour hand chases the minute hand day after day
How many circles
I'm waiting for you
Face the empty wall and take out the brush
Depicting missing
Memories are too heavy. I'm locked in my room
One day, one month, one year, spring, summer, autumn and winter
How long did it take
Watching you go so far
I want to hold your back with my hands
But I miss my fingertips
Smile, don't let tears blur my eyes
I'm nailing it here, counting it
Listen to you smoking and not talking over there
If we get to a bifurcation
Is there anything else
Sentimentally reluctant to put down
I love your grace
To convince yourself that you don't have to care about the truth
Let the clock turn back to the summer when I met you
One day, one month, one year, spring, summer, autumn and winter
How long did it take
Watching you go so far
I want to hold your back with my hands
But I miss my fingertips
Smile, don't let tears blur my eyes
I'm nailing it here, counting it
Listen to you smoking and not talking over there
If we get to a bifurcation
Is there anything else
Sentimentally reluctant to put down
I practice your favorite grace over and over again
To convince yourself that you don't have to care about the truth
Let the clock turn back to the summer when I met you
I really want to go back to the time when you fell in love with me
That summer
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