I thought over and over again that you were my world, so I closed my eyes, neither seeing nor listening.
I let myself fly with you, but I don't know that the blue sky is always just what I thought
You are far away, but I am still in the same place, hugging myself and hiding at the bottom of the bottle
And the love that makes me destructive and persistent is just poison wrapped under the sweet wrapper of love, even if I love you the most
It can only be deposited in memory
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