Calling the beast, come back quickly, I can't bear it anymore, come back quickly (Two Thousands Singing)
A shooting star streaked across the sky: Sing again, and your cry will never come back, come, come, come, come, come. . . (The lingering sound is spreading)
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I think I know why there is only one message
I think the writing is so funny
I'm gone, gone, gone, gone {the lingering sound is spreading}
I think I know why there is only one message
I think the writing is so funny I'm gone, gone, gone, gone {the lingering sound is spreading}