Your hand is paid to Beibei.
Love is cut by a knife, my heart is black.
You talk about it is always tired forever
But Who will remember this next?
I thought that my love can meet the drunken you want to buy.
The wind blows me to know that I have already collapsed.
Wind and North blowing you very simply
My eyes are not open to tears
You use a sentence to reclaim everything
I chased the legs of the fill road.
I only fly forward.
Northern Did you want me how to pack your beauty?
Do you want me to clean up your beauty?
