Playing the piano is like your voice
So close to my conversation, I can't tell
The wind is very light, so sad heart
Eroding tears, every bit of the picture is a tragedy
The grey paint looks like my face
Lonely lens, people who understand can see the bottom clearly
Look at the beautiful splicing of memories
A growing sadness
White roses are no longer so attractive
More themes to come
Turn around and step forward, I appreciate the feeling of retreat
Difficult to explain the mood with time
I'd like you to take off your ring finger
The end of love
I wear the ring finger
If you don't leave, it's you
Playing the piano is like your voice
So close to my conversation, I can't tell
The wind is very light, so sad heart
Eroding tears, every bit of the picture is a tragedy
The grey paint looks like my face
Lonely lens, people who understand can see the bottom clearly
Look at the beautiful splicing of memories
A growing sadness
White roses are no longer so attractive
More themes to come
Turn around and step forward, I appreciate the feeling of retreat
Difficult to explain the mood with time
I'd like you to take off your ring finger
The end of love
I wear the ring finger
If you don't leave, it's you
I'd like you to take off your ring finger
The end of love
I wear the ring finger
If you don't give up, you'll never give up
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