I were you sit the window of the Oak tree
I was in tears the first time when you book at hand
I am your attention to that part of candle Chun Ye
I was a spotlessly clean clothes you wear in autumn
I want you to open your windows hanging in the summer
I want you to pull my hand in the afternoon wandering around
I want you to look at me watching you, look
Quietly told me that love's sad
The city has spread out a map of her lonely
How can I find a place where you wait for me
I like the love child of each the same as
Strings on a lonely street to grow
I like the love child of each the same as
Strings on a lonely street to grow ...
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