Laughing, melting the loneliness of the soul.
You tell me you're not perfect and you like to lie.
I'm telling you, I'm not perfect, I have headaches.
Life is so peaceful, so quiet that there is no clue what to do, what to do and what not to do. We are just swimming in the water all the time, there is no way to come, and there is no other side.
We are thin air that nurtures delicate roses.
With earthly depravity, loss, warmth, affection, and holding the soil of the past, we sprinkled the road of growth.
In the helpless game of life, I met you.
We accept each other's imperfections, shouting in the rain, laughing and playing like children, and the voices pass through the clear air, the air is pure as a newborn baby, pure as the warmth of the world.
We didn't pursue perfection, we just met each other on the way to live.
Once, we ourselves were bright roses.
In tears, we are still struggling to get close to each other, even if we are stabbed, we have firm belief and love to dissolve all sharp thorns.
Finally, I hold you, so warm.
The pain of memory, the loneliness of growth, the blindness of life, because of you, I have forgotten my unhappiness.
We are each other's soil.
In the world, in the soul, we have the face of immortality.
Good night, the only rose in the world.
Good night, pillow, my love.
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