Life is floating, people are looking for it.
When you are old, I am old.
I can't erase it or see it clearly.
Your back footprint.
Life is consumed. Who cares
Who will listen to you and I promise
Crisscross in dream
Keep silence with each other and fall
When you come with love
I'm getting old
Flowers have turned into weeds, waving in the wind
Life is floating like the wind
People are looking for
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