I don't want to turn on the light
Even if it's open, you can't see the person you want to see
The night scene outside the window, the illusory day
My eyes are dead, my heart is hungry
I don't want to go out
I'm on my own wherever I go
Isolated by you, abandoned by the world
I am full of doubts about the possibility of happiness
So I tried to compromise and learn to accept my fate
Try to get used to the new students who are not used to it
Everyone is alone before love
As if nothing had happened
But the heart is not flat, memories are willful
Often touch the door that blocks feelings
Love is like a root hidden in the soul
When the spring wind blows again
I don't want to turn on the light
Even if it's open, you can't see the person you want to see
The night scene outside the window, the illusory day
My eyes are dead, my heart is hungry
I don't want to go out
I'm on my own wherever I go
Isolated by you, abandoned by the world
I am full of doubts about the possibility of happiness
So I tried to compromise and learn to accept my fate
Try to get used to the new students who are not used to it
Everyone is alone before love
As if nothing had happened
But the heart is not flat, memories are willful
Often touch the door that blocks feelings
Love is like a root hidden in the soul
When the spring wind blows again
So I tried to compromise and learn to accept my fate
Try to get used to the new students who are not used to it
Everyone is alone before love
As if nothing had happened
But the heart is not flat, memories are willful
Often touch the door that blocks feelings
Love is like a root hidden in the soul
Every spring breeze every spring breeze
When the spring wind blows again
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