One day, on a sunny day
The sunlight reflects on this old sofa
Lie down, close your eyes
Unaware that loneliness is spreading
Yesterday's passion
Today's emptiness
And a pale face
Slowly changing
A glass of water and a cigarette
Mixing the scent of quiet solitude
Is it sincerity or lies
Sunday morning, don't be too absolute
A crazy world
Lock all this outside the door
Sometimes I want to lock myself away
Still learning to open my heart
The relationships between people
Turn into indifference
Habitual exchange of crucial coldness
Sometimes crying for no reason
Is this self-pity
Who doesn't wish to be as free as a flying bird
Who wouldn't hope, who wouldn't hope
It's just hard
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