Rolling... tears are flowing, rolling, rolling Like the silent pain hasn't won Trembling... fingertips are trembling, trembling, trembling must be thinking about the happy, warm times
* They say if you love, you become prettier They say if you love, you change a little What do I have to do to make the love inside me prettier? When I think about it, tears come When tears come, what comes to mind is It's a relief that I have a person like by my side
Gently... my eyes are closing, gently, gently I must have wanted to dream about the scent of smile Rolling... love is flowing, rolling, rolling I must like him to the point where my mind is cold
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When you, who is cold, get off my chest, I have to laugh as if I didn't see anything \"Maybe you'll come back\" always repeats at that place Even though it's foolish because I like a happy love