The woman was trying to get her skin tattooed
The man and her living in the square
Bear the pain to cover up the pores of the silent story playing
So it's a broken shadow
In their respective cities, they gradually come to a standstill
Turn around like a dust, intimate with light and heat
It doesn't matter whether you love or not
Will get used to reasonable unhappy love
It doesn't matter whether you love or not
Will get used to reasonable unhappiness
I can't remember whether I love you or not
Pretty disguised as someone else
Suddenly think of where you are not good
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