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Who bids farewell, lovesickness becoming an illness, do not ask about the ends of the earth, nor ask about the date of return.

But alas, no one understands, when love breaks, one knows the cold and warmth themselves.

Who bids farewell, lovesickness becoming an illness, do not ask about the ends of the earth, nor ask about the date of return.

But alas, no one understands my thoughts.

The thorn hidden in the heart, it is not in vain to seek, yet it remains like this.

Sometimes silent, in the end acting recklessly because of you.

Thick ink can hardly touch the matters of the heart, how to send lovesickness in the cold night.

Sometimes silent, sometimes longing.

Who bids farewell, lovesickness becoming an illness, do not ask about the ends of the earth, nor ask about the date of return.

But alas, no one understands, when love breaks, one knows the cold and warmth themselves.

Who bids farewell, lovesickness becoming an illness, do not ask about the ends of the earth, nor ask about the date of return.

But alas, no one understands my thoughts.

The thorn hidden in the heart, it is not in vain to seek, yet it remains like this.

Sometimes silent, in the end acting recklessly because of you.

Thick ink can hardly touch the matters of the heart, how to send lovesickness in the cold night.

Sometimes silent, sometimes longing.

Who bids farewell, lovesickness becoming an illness, do not ask about the ends of the earth, nor ask about the date of return.

But alas, no one understands, when love breaks, one knows the cold and warmth themselves.

Who bids farewell, lovesickness becoming an illness, do not ask about the ends of the earth, nor ask about the date of return.

But alas, no one understands my thoughts.

Who bids farewell, lovesickness becoming an illness, do not ask about the ends of the earth, nor ask about the date of return.

But alas, no one understands, when love breaks, one knows the cold and warmth themselves.

Who bids farewell, lovesickness becoming an illness, do not ask about the ends of the earth, nor ask about the date of return.

But alas, no one understands my thoughts.