When I saw this lyric, I stopped thinking about what Gu Huai was like in the United States.
But I think of Xie Ming every day. Thinking of his cool eyes that seemed to be without desire. Thinking of his last angry face.
But he didn't have the face to ask him.
It was then that I realized that not everyone is willing to buy your time for a firework.
What you thought was a shallow affection is actually all he can extract from himself.
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