The man sat on the balcony and looked at the street view blankly
I suddenly forgot the title of the song
He flung his cigarette butt downstairs
As if in a hurry to vent their emotions
I turned off the TV program and folded a paper airplane
Throw it in his direction to attract his attention
He gave me a look of horror
It's gone
Oops, oops, oops
He was singing on the roof
The voice is very hoarse
It's like shouting how much he can't let go
Hiding in the corner struggling
Be smart in front of people
He was singing on the roof
I want to be free
I took away the way he was happy
Maybe it's guilt
It's my turn to climb on the roof and sing for him
He and I have a place to be occupied
Don't let people in and ask about too personal things
He relies on a roof where he can be alone
I rely on the TV remote control
Oops, oops, oops
He was singing on the roof
The voice is very hoarse
It's like shouting how much he can't let go
Hiding in the corner struggling
Be smart in front of people
He was singing on the roof
I want to be free
I took away the way he was happy
Maybe it's guilt
It's my turn to climb on the roof and sing for him
He and I have a place to be occupied
Don't let people in and ask about too personal things
He relies on a roof where he can be alone
I rely on the TV remote control
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