I want
You are lovers kissing on the street
Even the cold river water is still full of smiles
It's the clasped hands with the show lights turned off
It's your shy face on the subway
It's a sincere prayer on the hospital bed
It's the freedom of running in the wilderness
It's your figure above that helps me resist the fist
It's the sweat you shed when you dunk
It's the face sleeping soundly on the pillow
It's a request before parting
It's the unstoppable tears and forced smile when I see you happy
He's the coward who secretly followed you home and sent you a birthday card.
…
Is ordinary
is love
it's you
This is your record
Intention: Some people say what they mean, and some people say what they mean.