This is the last letter
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So alone or not, you should keep walking
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This is what you need to remember
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If we are all alone then we are together with our loneliness
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It's good for me to think about it
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Me-me-me-me-me-hello my tongue is a little stiff but
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It's okay, I've already told you so many times
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His tense state would almost split into my mood.
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Does the same moon appear in the mirror every day?
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There was no reason, maybe you were with me just like that
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Angels were jealous, I've never come across such
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Even though it was not in return, I loved you to death
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Do you know what it is to cry, tell me
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The first spring of every season is so beautiful
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Don't stay happy, don't hurt, the heart stopped, the road goes, it freezes
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The man who cries in the second glass, is he a man?
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You don't have to tell me, just listen
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There is a bazaar in the heart, come and taste it
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Everyone has been turned against me and without knowing it
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Look how my everything turned into nothing
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For better or worse, I'm on my feet, clinging to loneliness
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My heart is always sad, every autumn of the morning
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Sadness sinks to the bottom, the only face of the rose
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It must be so hard to lose
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Will my rose love me again?
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The probability of me being able to laugh is one in ten from now on.
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My resentment is real, put me here and go
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I'm used to drowning love with tears
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Rest easy, I'm not too lazy to cry
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Don't be pity, hit man, heart can't be hit like that
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Come see my hopes are lies
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The thorny road between your eyes is now
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We don't have statistics to explain my sadness.
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My lips are clogged, I'm under the pillow now
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Got logic in the heart, plus it's so smoky in here look
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I put the lock on my door, take the key is yours
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Your destiny is loved without love
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The heart's compass is lost, my hand is in the flank
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I deal with my tears in the blind of loneliness
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Take a look at my face and tell me am I really happy
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She has a lot of work tonight, my tears are at work
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My heart is always sad, every autumn of the morning
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Sadness sinks to the bottom, the only face of the rose
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It must be so hard to lose
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Will my rose love me again?
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Hello, my tongue is a little stiff but
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It's okay, I've already told you so many times |