It's called throbbing. There are many explanations, you and me.
Joy and sadness Everyone is lonely.
What did you leave behind and how much did you take away?
Love and hate only because of me, it gives the moonlight clarity.
Joy turns from song to ink.
As if waking up from a dream with tears.
We meet and part, and it is difficult to predict our joy and separation.
The gurgling river and the leisurely singing.
Why ask about joys and sorrows?
The story of a small town is often exposed with the travel itinerary.
Who goes through and through your chest and mine?
Fireworks are like dreams, but they still twinkle.
If you lose something, you must always look up and pursue it.
Love and hate only because of me, it gives the moonlight clarity.
Joy turns from song to ink.
As if waking up from a dream with tears.
We meet and part, and it is difficult to predict our joy and separation.
The gurgling river and the leisurely singing.
Why ask about joys and sorrows?
Love and hate only because of me, it gives the moonlight clarity.
Joy turns from song to ink.
As if waking up from a dream with tears.
We meet and part, and it is difficult to predict our joy and separation.
The gurgling river and the leisurely singing.
Why ask about joys and sorrows?