Sometimes I want to text you
But I do not care
There are sometimes between thousands of thoughts
I lost my name in memory
In the superficial life, bon chen
I walked past him without looking back
In the middle of the month you and I survive
Not many times talk together
So why did you dream about betel nut
And dreams come true again
Is there a day by the door frame
I waited for dinner ... did not you?
He lived his life like a hay
Dry death in the human body accidentally
The day you came to know the blue color again
In the grip of revulsion revived ...
