People suddenly let go of his hands
Because I still love him wholeheartedly
Wiping my tears, he said okay
Just a little bit of love to hide the way
Gather the nostalgia, he suppressed
If you love me just as well as a letter
Please do not count the love knows how
So much so that nothing compares
Though he knows a lot of wrong things
I still love in patience
Then pretended he was not sorry
I do not love it either
When light night falls, he is on his shoulder
Thousands of nostalgic woven into the name
I love you so much
More than words
Now he was confused as to what to do
Hurriedly, waving hands waving
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