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I thought thatAs long as I follow your mouth for the future, I can truly obtain it,Of course, this future can be a little distant and dreamy.Even after passing the wait of time,It still makes me feel that this vacuum future is a little sweet,Oh, it turns out that this is the taste of longing;I thought thatAs long as you and I burn the passion of love, true love can last forever,Of course, this passion can be a little fiercer, a little fearless,Even after passing the wait of time,It still makes me feel that this empty passion is a little spicy,Oh, it turns out that this is the taste of memories;I thought thatAs long as I don't suspect you, I can keep your love,Even if this love can come weaker and weaker,But the wait of time,Let me feel that this ethereal love is a little bitter,Oh, it turns out this is the smell of disappointment;I thought thatAs long as I give everything I have, I can get your love,Even if this love can come later, less,But the wait of time,It makes me feel that this unknown love is a little sour,Oh, it turns out this is the taste of despair;I thought thatMy crying quietly in the corner can reach your heart,Of course, my crying can be a little more thorough, a little hurtful,But the wait of time,It makes me feel that this lonely cry is a little salty,Oh, it turns out this is the smell of rain.
I thought thatAs long as I follow your mouth for the future, I can truly obtain it,Of course, this future can be a little distant and dreamy.Even after passing the wait of time,It still makes me feel that this vacuum future is a little sweet,Oh, it turns out that this is the taste of longing;I thought thatAs long as you and I burn the passion of love, true love can last forever,Of course, this passion can be a little fiercer, a little fearless,Even after passing the wait of time,It still makes me feel that this empty passion is a little spicy,Oh, it turns out that this is the taste of memories;I thought thatAs long as I don't suspect you, I can keep your love,Even if this love can come weaker and weaker,But the wait of time,Let me feel that this ethereal love is a little bitter,Oh, it turns out this is the smell of disappointment;I thought thatAs long as I give everything I have, I can get your love,Even if this love can come later, less,But the wait of time,It makes me feel that this unknown love is a little sour,Oh, it turns out this is the taste of despair;I thought thatMy crying quietly in the corner can reach your heart,Of course, my crying can be a little more thorough, a little hurtful,But the wait of time,It makes me feel that this lonely cry is a little salty,Oh, it turns out this is the smell of rain.