Come back early, come back slowly. It's an empty room
The feeling of opening the door
Two or three winters have parted, what's your shape
From time to time, Jia Ruan Shao looks at each other
I dare not cry
Turn up the TV in the dark
No one knows the shadow of the pillow
Heartache of my family
Who would like to be a fool
With an impossible dream
Love Ruan in the future
There will always be another one
Come back early, come back slowly. It's an empty room
The feeling of opening the door
Two or three winters have parted, what's your shape
From time to time, Jia Ruan Shao looks at each other
I dare not cry
Turn up the TV in the dark
No one knows the shadow of the pillow
Heartache of my family
Who would like to be a fool
With an impossible dream
Love Ruan in the future
There will always be another one
I dare not cry
Turn up the TV in the dark
No one knows the shadow of the pillow
Heartache of my family
Who would like to be a fool
With an impossible dream
Love Ruan in the future
There will always be another one
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