Looking back, I realized that I was just a little girl
I've been following behind stupidly.
Cheating, or hiding something, is no longer valuable.
Maybe he never liked me
Maybe I can represent
But it's just part of his vanity.
In the end, all that's left is memories
Even meeting each other is difficult
But really, I want to see him
See this moment, in everyone's mouth
He is haggard
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