Human life is like a dream, you wake up when you open your eyes,
Close your eyes again, and it's the next dream. I thought I was
You will never meet love in your life. He is the rising sun of the morning,
But as warm as the midday sun. I try to chase
He is as useless as Kuafu Zhuri, but
He who is so bright should not be in the place where I am.
In such a dark "box".
Intention: Am I really born for love?
