Singer-Wu

Album-Hanzhong

Walking on the short street in Hanzhong

I haven't seen snow for years.

Tears are the illusion of Zita Law color.

I can't take my pocket with me.

It never leaks every day.

I miss it so much.

Many people have changed, and I am still here.

Floating around, floating around but not understood.

A lot of things have changed, so I ran over.

Running to them was rejected.

153rd Street is a purple time.

It should not be yesterday.

Yesterday was a dream. I crossed north.

I am like a one-way train.

Go to the bustling world alone.

In this dark night when cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

Walking on the short street in Hanzhong

I haven't seen snow for years.

Tears are the illusion of Zita Law color.

I can't take my pocket with me.

It never leaks every day.

I miss it so much.

Many people have changed, and I am still here.

Floating around, floating around but not understood.

A lot of things have changed, so I ran over.

Running to them was rejected.

153rd Street is a purple time.

It should not be yesterday.

Yesterday was a dream. I crossed north.

I am like a one-way train.

Go to the bustling world alone.

In this dark night when cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

153rd Street is a purple time.

It should not be yesterday.

Yesterday was a dream. I crossed north.

I am like a one-way train.

Go to the bustling world alone.

In this dark night when cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

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