I've already
Turned my wound into a rose
My tears
Turned into rain, has been reborn.
I've already
Has turned the conversation into eternity.
Forget the sky
Is it black or gray?
Who did the breakup hurt?
Who changed his taste?
It doesn't matter if my tears are written into poems.
Let you review it.
Words are not intoxicating, words are intoxicating.
Because memories are always beautiful.
I've already
Turn rude feelings into compliments.
Taste mismatch
You suddenly feel inferior and say you are sorry.
I've already
Turn silence into repentance
no way back
Only speechless.
Who did the breakup hurt?
Who changed his taste?
It doesn't matter if my tears are written into poems.
Let you remember.
Words are not intoxicating, words are intoxicating.
Because memories are always beautiful.
Who did the breakup hurt?
Who changed his taste?
It doesn't matter if my tears are written into poems.
Let you review it.
Since ancient times, sinners have never committed crimes.
You always have beautiful taste.