Those hard days,those fading roses are all in the past, it's all over
Back then the winds with which I fell in love, they blew and blew, and then they were gone
There are only half loves left
Finely long lines on my face
Words with a remaining subject, but reduced time
Love can either find you or it can stay away
As you can see, it's being sincere, but it can also keep distance
That's the way it works
It can either hit you or it can remain uninterested
When you think it's pouring her into you, it can also lay traps
That's the way it works
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