Walking home alone along the street lights and talking to old friends on the phone
Is the weather good there? Is there any news that you can use as a joke?
Memories and I don't like to talk. Occasionally I think of him
There are some concerns and some loves in my heart, but they have to part ways.
In the dead of night, I think of the flowers he sent me
He also said some heartbreaking love words
Betting on happiness and thinking of him on the streets where people come and go
How is he now? But I can't give you the answer you want.
But you must be happy
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