Hi, I'm like a kid
Don't know how to love, don't understand
Why does it exist
Why helpless
Why is there always someone waiting outside the door
Hey, he's not so bad
He didn't understand it and started again
It's too fast
There will always be accidents
Sing in your way
The most beautiful in imagination
The world is colorful
People who appreciate give you too much comfort
Sing in your way
She is the most beautiful when she is plain
There are too many aftertastes in this world
Too much hypocrisy always hides how tired it is
We should experience it with heart
When I was a child, my mother always talked too much
Too many, too many, too many to remember
But I can't forget the songs she sang at that time
It accompanied me through the happy life of my childhood
Too much sadness in the past
Don't ask me what I used to think
Fall in growth, smile in memory
I will stick to this difficult path
Sing in your way
The most beautiful in imagination
The world is colorful
People who appreciate give you too much comfort
Sing in your way
She is the most beautiful when she is plain
There are too many aftertastes in this world
Too much hypocrisy always hides how tired it is
We should experience it with heart
Too much sadness in the past
Don't ask me what I used to think
Fall in growth, smile in memory
I will stick to this difficult path
Too much sadness in the past
Don't ask me what I used to think
Fall in growth, smile in memory
I will stick to this difficult path
Go to the old town together
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