who will i meet, what conversation will i have?
the person i wait, how far in the future is he?
i hear the wind comes from the MTR and crowd
i wait in the line, holding the number plate of love
i hear the winter is leaving, i woke up in some year, some month
i think, i wait, i look forward, but the future still can not be planned
cloudy day, evening, there’s a person waiting in the future
to the left, to the right, look to the front, how many turns love needs to have before it comes?
who will i meet, what conversation will i have?
the person i wait, how far in the future is he?
i hear the wind comes from the MTR and crowd
i wait in the line, holding the number plate of love
cloudy day, evening, there’s a person waiting in the future
to the left, to the right, look to the front, how many turns love needs to have before it comes?
who will i meet, what conversation will i have?
the person i wait, how far in the future is he?
i hear the wind comes from the MTR and crowd
i wait in the line, holding the number plate of love
i fly ahead, flying over a sea of time
we all got hurt from love
i’m watching the road, the entry of dream is a little narrow
meeting you is the most beautiful accident
there will be someday that my mystery will be solved.
who will i meet, what conversation will i have?the person i wait, how far in the future is he?i hear the wind comes from the MTR and crowdi wait in the line, holding the number plate of lovei hear the winter is leaving, i woke up in some year, some monthi think, i wait, i look forward, but the future still can not be plannedcloudy day, evening, there’s a person waiting in the futureto the left, to the right, look to the front, how many turns love needs to have before it comes?who will i meet, what conversation will i have?the person i wait, how far in the future is he?i hear the wind comes from the MTR and crowdi wait in the line, holding the number plate of lovecloudy day, evening, there’s a person waiting in the futureto the left, to the right, look to the front, how many turns love needs to have before it comes?who will i meet, what conversation will i have?the person i wait, how far in the future is he?i hear the wind comes from the MTR and crowdi wait in the line, holding the number plate of lovei fly ahead, flying over a sea of timewe all got hurt from lovei’m watching the road, the entry of dream is a little narrowmeeting you is the most beautiful accidentthere will be someday that my mystery will be solved.
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