I can't easily recall seeing your face yesterday, and the blue sky and white clouds turned into clear autumn.
You said you liked the taste of Pepsi, and you once told me that you liked Mimi.
When I look at your accumulated legend bit by bit, I also know that hard work is my dream.
The distance between two people is gradually drifting away. This is the distant love that will be sad sooner or later.
Trust each other only one tenth, and the voice on the phone will never be remembered.
Maybe there will be a secret around him that a confidante can't tell me, of course.
Maybe I didn't get much expectation from the beginning, and I won't lose it completely in the end.
Who told me that I would never get hurt again?
This dusty love will always fly in the highest place.
I want to go back and sing with you every day.
I can only recall this lasting ambiguity.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
If you can't see, you can still hear, touch, smile and smell.
Familiar numbers, unfamiliar graffiti walls on street corners, have a lonely mark.
The man next door said that love is like this. The stronger you cook, the cooler the better.
But how do I know that it will never taste like that before it is cooked?
Have you ever liked me? I want to ask but I can't get the answer. Fear is the result I don't want.
Even if you don't bow your head, you will never go back.
Can a person continue to forget his memory and regard it as an illusion?
A person's life can't always stay in the past and put that throb into his heart completely.
The distance between two people is gradually drifting away, which is a sad love that will leave sooner or later.
Trust each other only one tenth, and the voice on the phone will never be remembered.
Maybe there will be a secret around him that a confidante can't tell me, of course.
Maybe I didn't expect much from the beginning, but I lost in the end.
Who told me that I would never get hurt again?
This dusty love will always fly in the highest place.
I want to go back and sing with you every day.
I can only recall this lasting ambiguity.
Who told me that I would never get hurt again?
This dusty love will always fly in the highest place.
I want to go back and sing with you every day.
I can only recall this lasting ambiguity.