Dream that I don't expect to meet you in the street
I think I'm not palpitating any more
You look at me
Smile at the wrinkles on my forehead
I dare not peep at your bright face
Accompany you around a few alleys
Know that this road will come to an end
You look at me
I know everything is the same
It reminds me of the dusty pain
I never said that
I never asked you to understand
This time, it's all my excuses
OH~
When the wind blows through your skirt
My back is getting smaller and smaller
The loneliness after waking up
Dream that I don't expect to meet you in the street
I think I'm not palpitating any more
You look at me
Smile at the wrinkles on my forehead
I dare not peep at your bright face
Accompany you around a few alleys
Know that this road will come to an end
You look at me
I know everything is the same
It reminds me of the dusty pain
I never said that
I never asked you to understand
This time, it's all my excuses
I never said that
I never asked you to understand
This time, it's all my excuses
OH~
I never said that
I never asked you to understand
This time, it's all my excuses
OH~
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