STANDING ON THE STREET
STANDING ON THE STREET
Like driving a motorcycle
When wholeheartedly loving
Love the pace of not knowing the crack of the land
The curve is curved
Can be passed full sincerity
In loving affection
But the love brake will stop
If it is not a koplen draw of sincerity
Makes a flat tire on the road
The mind is tormented in the abyss of romance
The fog covered the whole universe
The fifth gradually stumbles on the road
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