Yingyingchuo suddenly lost his head
How many petals are there
Sit quietly and turn the book over
How many pieces of dust have settled
Who expected a gust of wind blowing red and green
Many years later, it turned out to be a color
Many people laugh, but no one comes to celebrate
Is it a fatalistic choice
I'm my own. I don't listen to people
It's so hard to grasp
I'm someone else's self and never say it
Keep silence in silence
I'm my own. I don't listen to people
It's so hard to grasp
I'm someone else's self and never say it
Keep silence in silence
Yingyingchuo suddenly lost his head
How many petals are there
Sit quietly and turn the book over
How many pieces of dust have settled
Who expected a gust of wind blowing red and green
Many years later, it turned out to be a color
Many people laugh, but no one comes to celebrate
Is it a fatalistic choice
Is it a fatalistic choice
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