The streets are bustling on summer nights, I miss you under the sycamore tree
I wonder how you are now and whether you still like to drink lemon tea
It rains all the time in New York and London. Wherever I go, he is there.
The umbrella is held over my head just for you, to give you warmth and send you home
I walked through the familiarity alone and tasted the memories by myself
The world is all about you, my body has changed genes
Maldives, France, Paris, it's too late to accompany you
Lost my way, where can I go to find a cup of cheap Lemon Tea?
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