每次都像完整
Because of you
每次都像崩解
Because of you
每次都像眷顧
Because of you
每次都像撕裂
Because of you
每次都像天堂
Because of you
每次都像墜落
Because of you
Dame you!
I’m sick of be a hostage.
Asking for the ransom.
Let’s somebody find me.
But I, being poor.
And you, never asking.
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