更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 It'd be nice if I could cure it with medicine, I become aware of it with my loss, that as I ruminate on my regrets over and over again I gradually grow weaker
In order to merge with what's ahead, next, tomorrow, from now on, in the future
There's no need to worry excessively, even if it never disappears it will subside