The Rain Is Blooding in This Bosom
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It's probably so serious. I can't make an uncertain relationship any more. I am not a seeker of love, yet I'm a slave of love.
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In my every dreams, I always hope you come in. Sometimes, imagining your face is not enough. Do you know my night is no longer blue after you come into my every single dream?
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But baby, it's just my imagine. My daydreams and fantasies are too high to be the real reality.
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When can I miss you who is with him? Talking to the moon that I love the night but dislike with its silence. Congratulation! You have spent my tears and left those deep wounds.
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