更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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