I don't know how many more three years I can wait for that boy
I don't know how many three years it will take to make that boy fall in love with me
In my limited three years, that boy left his first love
At the intersection I chose, it was my sister who appeared.
Is it a fate that plays tricks on people, or is my appearance too untimely?
Is it destiny, or is it too dazzling to forget about it?
Oh, that boy who doesn't belong to me, goodbye
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