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Anonymous users2024-02-07You're not like her" Nanquan Mom.
Warhead) The bleak wind outside the car window accelerates the loneliness.
The tenderness of the hand-wrapping can't wrap around our promises.
Yu Hao) walks through the end of the memories Love is still at the source.
The maple leaves have fallen at the end of autumn, and I am waiting.
Warhead + Yuhao)
Oh, oh, why don't you say it.
It's my fault every time.
If the wandering of love is lost.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Oh, love me, love me, you say how you can.
Hou waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight blown by the wind.
Flipping through the pages of love has reached the last line.
The rain was fragile and drenched, but he didn't speak.
Tears blurred away the worry (my past was swept away by the wind).
Blurred into a picture called (that'I love you, but you love him.
The rain was fragile and drenched, but he didn't speak.
Huaguoshan anime.
In the past, the landscape was like a painting (blurring the landscape like a painting).
You're no longer like her's right) love should be stupid.
Yu Hao) walks through the end of the memories Love is still at the source.
The maple leaves have fallen at the end of autumn, and I am waiting.
Warhead + Yuhao)
Oh, oh, why don't you say it.
It's my fault every time.
If the wandering of love is lost.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Oh, love me, love me, you say how you can.
Hou waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight blown by the wind.
Flipping through the pages of love has reached the last line.
The rain was fragile and drenched, but he didn't speak.
Tears blurred away the worry (my past was swept away by the wind).
Blurred into a picture called (that'I love you, but you love him.
The rain was fragile and drenched, but he didn't speak.
In the past, the landscape was like a painting (blurring the landscape like a painting).
You're no longer like her's right) love should be stupid.
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Anonymous users2024-02-06Warhead) The bleak wind outside the car window accelerates the loneliness.
It's just that the warmth and gentleness can't get around our promises.
Yuhao: From the end of the memory, love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen, and the end of autumn has not been able to wait.
Together: Ouch ouch why don't you say it.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
Warhead: If Love's wandering is disoriented.
Buried by time.
Yuhao: (buried by moonlight).
Together: Love me, love me, how can you say it.
He waved and told me to take care.
Warhead: Moonlight blown by the wind.
Flipping through the pages of love has reached the last line.
Together: the rain is fragile and drenched in pain but does not speak.
Warhead: Tears blur the worry.
Blurred into a painting.
Uho: (blurs the past and becomes a painting).
Warhead: Named.
Yuhao: (That.)'s right)
Warhead: I love yours and you love him.
Together: the rain is fragile and drenched in pain but does not speak.
Warhead: The story landscape is like a painting.
Yuhao: (Your landscape is like a painting).
Warhead: You're not like her anymore.
Yuhao: (That.)'s right)
Warhead: Love is supposed to be stupid.
The main song is definitely right, and the chorus is a bit messy... But the brackets must be sung by Yuhao!
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Anonymous users2024-02-05This kind of love for the wind of sorrow.
Accelerates loneliness.
It's just that warm and gentle.
Can't get around our promises.
From the end of the memory.
Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen in late autumn.
I can't wait for anything.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flip through the pages of love.
We've reached the last line.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Tears blur away the concern (blurring the past into a painting).
Blurred into a painting.
It's called that's right
I love you, you love him.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Past landscapes like a painting (your landscape like a painting).
You don't look like her anymore.
Is that's right
Love is supposed to be silly.
From the end of the memory.
Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen in late autumn.
I can't wait for anything.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flip through the pages of love.
We've reached the last line.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Tears blur away the concern (blurring the past into a painting).
Hang up a painting.
It's called that's right
I love you, you love him.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Past landscapes like a painting (your landscape like a painting).
You don't look like her anymore.
Is that's right
Love is supposed to be silly.
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Anonymous users2024-02-04The rain was fragile and drenched.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Tears blurred away the worry.
Blurred into a painting.
His name is I love you, but you love him.
The rain was fragile and drenched.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
The landscape of the past is like a painting.
You don't look like her anymore.
Is love supposed to be stupid?
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Anonymous users2024-02-03South Fist Mom - You're not like her.
Let the mood fly. This kind of love for the wind of sorrow.
Accelerates loneliness.
It's just that warm and gentle.
Can't get around our promises.
From the end of the memory.
Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen in late autumn.
I can't wait for anything.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flip through the pages of love.
We've reached the last line.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Tears blur away the concern (blurring the past into a painting).
Blurred into a painting.
It's called that's right
I love you, you love him.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Past landscapes like a painting (your landscape like a painting).
You don't look like her anymore.
Is that's right
Love is supposed to be silly.
From the end of the memory.
Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen in late autumn.
I can't wait for anything.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flip through the pages of love.
We've reached the last line.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Tears blur away the concern (blurring the past into a painting).
Hang up a painting.
It's called that's right
I love you, you love him.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Past landscapes like a painting (your landscape like a painting).
You don't look like her anymore.
Is that's right
Love is supposed to be silly.
end~~
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Anonymous users2024-02-02It's just that this woman doesn't want to be anymore.
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Anonymous users2024-02-01I still prefer Rainy Day
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Anonymous users2024-01-31This kind of love for the wind of sorrow.
Accelerates loneliness.
It's just that warm and gentle.
Can't get around our promises.
From the end of the memory.
Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen in late autumn.
I can't wait for anything.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flip through the pages of love.
We've reached the last line.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Tears blur away the concern (blurring the past into a painting).
Blurred into a painting.
It's called that's right
I love you, you love him.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Past landscapes like a painting (your landscape like a painting).
You don't look like her anymore.
Is that's right
Love is supposed to be silly.
From the end of the memory.
Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen in late autumn.
I can't wait for anything.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flip through the pages of love.
We've reached the last line.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Tears blur away the concern (blurring the past into a painting).
Hang up a painting.
It's called that's right
I love you, you love him.
With fragile bells.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
Past landscapes like a painting (your landscape like a painting).
You don't look like her anymore.
Is that's right
Love is supposed to be silly.
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Anonymous users2024-01-30You're not like her" Nanquan Mom.
The bleak wind outside the car window hastened the loneliness.
It's the warmth and gentleness that can't get around our promises.
From the end of the memories love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen, and the end of autumn has not been able to wait.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flipping through the pages of love has reached the last line.
The rain was fragile and drenched, but he didn't speak.
The tears blurred away and blurred into a painting (blurred into a painting in the past) called that's right
I love you, but you love him, and the rain is fragile.
Pain but don't speak, the past landscape is like a painting (your landscape is like a painting) you are no longer like her Is it (that's right) Love should be stupid from the end of the memories Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen, and the end of autumn has not been able to wait.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flipping through the pages of love has reached the last line.
The rain was fragile and drenched, but he didn't speak.
The tears blurred away and blurred into a painting (blurred into a painting in the past) called that's right
I love you, but you love him, and the rain is fragile.
Pain but don't speak, the past landscape is like a painting (your landscape is like a painting) you are no longer like her Is it (that's right) love should be stupid.
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Anonymous users2024-01-29You're not like her" Nanquan Mom.
The bleak wind outside the car window hastened the loneliness.
It's the warmth and gentleness that can't get around our promises.
From the end of the memories love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen, and the end of autumn has not been able to wait.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flipping through the pages of love has reached the last line.
The rain was fragile and drenched, but he didn't speak.
Tears blurred away the worry.
Blur into a painting (blur the past into a painting).
It's called that's right I love you, but you love him, the rain is fragile and the pain is not spoken.
Past landscapes like a painting (your landscape like a painting).
You're no longer like her's right) Love should be stupid from the end of the memories Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen, and the end of autumn has not been able to wait.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time (buried by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flipping through the pages of love has reached the last line.
The rain was fragile and drenched, but he didn't speak.
Tears blurred away the worry.
Blur into a painting (blur the past into a painting).
It's called that's right I love you, but you love him, the rain is fragile and the pain is not spoken.
Past landscapes like a painting (your landscape like a painting).
You're no longer like her's right) Love should be stupid
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Anonymous users2024-01-28The bleak wind outside the car window.
Accelerates loneliness.
It's just that warm and gentle.
Can't get around our promises.
From the end of the memory.
Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen in late autumn.
I can't wait for anything.
Ouch ouch why don't you say if you want to go.
Again and again, and again, and every time it's my fault.
The wanderings of love are disoriented.
Buried by time. Burial (burial by moonlight).
Love me, love me, how can you say.
He waved and told me to take care.
Moonlight against the wind.
Flip through the pages of love.
We've reached the last line.
The rain was fragile and drenched, but he didn't speak.
Tears blur away the concern (blurring the past into a painting).
Blurred into a painting called (that s right) I love you, you love him The rain is fragile and falling.
Pain but don't speak, the past landscape is like a painting (your landscape is like a painting) you are no longer like her Is it (that's right) Love should be silly from the end of memory.
Love is still nodding.
The maple leaves have fallen in late autumn.
I can't wait for me, ouch, ouch.
Why don't you say it if you want to go, it's me and me, it's my fault every time.
The wandering of love is disoriented Buried by time (buried by the moonlight) Love me, love me How can you say Wave your hand Tell me to take care of the moonlight from the headwind Flip through the pages of love It's been the last line of rain that is fragile and dripping.
The pain but the words did not speak, the tears fainted, the concern (blurred into a painting), and a painting was scraped away, called (that'I love you, you love him.
The rain was fragile and drenched.
It hurts, but he doesn't speak.
In the past, landscapes like a painting (your landscapes like a painting) You are no longer like her's right）
Love is supposed to be silly.
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