I can’t call… I can’t call…
No one will answer my phone…
I can’t call… I can’t call…
It’s not time to say something warm…
In the middle of night,
I want to talk… I want to talk…
But the loneliness make me choke
Swallow the bitterness with alcohol
Feel the peace in the pore
When the moon goes down, I can see her drown.
Watch the dawn raise from the cloud
And the street full of crowd
All the voice are so laud
I bet you are still having a good dream now.
想念上英詩課的時光啊…
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