YOU
Wind gently blows and I can hear your voice
You have advised me to beware of my own emotions
Rain gently falls and I can hear your voice
You draw near with your umbrella to shield the wind and rain for me
A little bit wanting to cry, a little bit thinking of you
Your love is being cherished, I am always relying on your memories
You seem to be talking like wind, following my direction
You seem to be the waves in the sea, making me grow up
I understand your answer, a gentle dialogue
There is no way for love to not be touched, I won't lie...
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