Flower accepts withering
Wind accepts searching
There are still some alright injuries in the heart
I accept your decision
Who will hold you tight
What song will you sing to make her happy
I wonder when the sky will turn sunny
Earth never stops for anyone
How happy your are tomorrow has nothing to do with me
Our love is a song half sung
Time changes the habit
Heals the wound
And cancels my qualification to think of you
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