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The past has long become ordinary, I even start to mock myself

Occasionally a pang of sorrow in my heart stirs up some ripples

Holding a two-person umbrella on a rainy day, passing by that favorite restaurant

Habits half-quit, uncelebrated Christmas

Should I ask about your well-being, or find an excuse not to talk?

Those regrets stay at the bottom of my heart and become old wounds

The initial heart-to-heart conversations are reduced to blandness

Waiting eagerly, but I can't get your goodnight

It all has nothing to do with me

Anyway, I have long been used to being lonely alone

Even if sad and awkward, I must pretend to be natural

Gloomy or glorious, it all has nothing to do with me

Anyway, I'm long used to you not being here

The emptiness of one person, pretending to let go

Moving oneself is morbid, I look back and it's a haze

I don't want your attention to become an obstacle

Whoo, I'm long used to you not being here

Whoo, the emptiness of one person, pretending to let go

The initial heart-to-heart conversations are reduced to blandness

Waiting eagerly, but I can't get your goodnight

It all has nothing to do with me

Anyway, I have long been used to being lonely alone

Even if sad and awkward, I must pretend to be natural

Gloomy or glorious, it all has nothing to do with me

The initial heart-to-heart conversations are reduced to blandness

Waiting eagerly, but I can't get your goodnight

It all has nothing to do with me

Anyway, I have long been used to being lonely alone

Even if sad and awkward, I must pretend to be natural

Gloomy or glorious, it all has nothing to do with me