Your eyes will smile and bend into a bridge.
The end is me, I will never reach it
I feel like your arrival is the roar of the wind
Missing is like bitter medicine, so hard to endure every minute and every second
I can't find it, I can't get there
What you call a beautiful future, I don't want anything
Do you know, if you understand me, this second, I want to see, I am looking for
The so-called beauty of love I rely on tightly
Keep it tight, don't dare to miss any trace, I hope you can see it
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