I would like to count with you one by one
I want to walk in your hair
If you can't make marks along the fur of love
Can be entangled in this line
Around your nails is the smell of your black hair
It's confirmed that I've been around you
Remember that the delicate texture is so beautiful
Even if I touch your hair, there is still a smell
But it's just oxygen
In the mirror, there are only their own memories, only the smell of roses
Today's hairstyle has changed
You have a strange face with short hair
The spur of time cuts the day like a scissors
Leave only let hair broken mourning
It's hard to prune your thoughts
A trace of love record recall curve
Linger in the sea of thought stranded
Leave a low position on your hairline and break it
Nostalgia is only your fragments
I pick up the mess and calculate blindly
Your fibrous roots are tender and your texture is far away
Even if you want to cut the heartbreak
Old love is strong and soft
How can I appeal to you for your short silk
The hairstyle of the day has changed today
You have a strange face with short hair
The spur of time cuts the day like a scissors
Leave only let hair broken mourning
It's hard to prune your thoughts
A trace of love record recall curve
Linger in the sea of thought stranded
Leave a low position on your hairline and break it
Maybe I'll see you later that day
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