If there really was a kind of water that you could let me drink without getting drunk
Then maybe there is a kind of tears that you can let me shed without feeling sad
I always see love as too perfect, the feeling of taking a big gamble
I lost the promise I made in my previous life in this life, only to find that the water has quietly turned into tears
Although I can't see or hear, I can't escape or forget.
Even the ends of your hair beside the pillow have become torment
Although you know that I know, the tears are flowing in my heart.
After this second, this smile, drink this bowl of antidote
Forget all the good things and all the loneliness
Who forgot who?
Who loves whom more?
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