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Your finger, what is it?
The light spreads.
Still waiting for the stars
You love me as much as I was.
Still on the sky, open the window and stay as it is
Still, it's the rain in the first attempt
Your dagger hair, yet a picture of the clouds, as black as clouds
You love me as much as I was.
Still read old letters, and their eyes wet in silent
The sun is still a star and a story tells you a story
When you get down the evening, do you still have the same island
You love me as much as I was.
