Song: I still think of it

Lyricist: Wenwen

Composer: Wenwen

Arranger: DQ

Post-production/mixing: Wenwen

[Produced by Backstreet Walker Music]

When the memory becomes blurry

As if I saw your smile

The rainbow still appears after the rain

You said we would swim on it

Telling it softly The tenderness of love

I still think of those promises you said

I have always wanted to ask you if

I still think of the heartache after the lingering experience

Jianglu, you said it is a poison

Drink the last remaining pain and die

No longer resist the fear you have encountered

Gone and lost the last defense

Leaving may really be just your choice

Let go and we really have no defense

Being dazed may really be just a kind of Habit

Call your name in a Gothic spin

I can pretend it doesn’t matter even if I love you

Separation is the root of heartache< /p>

Love comes and goes and loves until it hurts the soul

Repentance in hell is a gift from you

rap:

The memory becomes blurry I have lost my direction

From that moment on we are all far apart

It’s too late to say that I still love you

Will I feel it when you mention it now? Funny

I know all your ridicule and your calculations

But none of this is important to you anymore

Unexpectedly, I learned that you are still where you are. Ha. So clever

Leaving may really be just your choice

Let us go without any defense

Being dazed may really be just a habit< /p>

Gothic spin calling your name

I can pretend it doesn’t matter even if I love you

Separation is the root of heartache

Love comes and goes and loves until it hurts the soul

Repentance in hell is a gift from you

I will still think of those promises you said

I have always wanted to ask you if you

will still think of the heartache after lingering

Jialu, you said it is a poison

Drink the last residue of it Die of pain

No longer resist the fear you have encountered

Pass away and lose your last defense

Leaving may really be just your choice

Let go and we really have no defense

Daze may really be just a habit

Gothic spin calling your name

Even if I love you, I can pretend it doesn’t matter

Separation is the root of heartache

The silence begins to change the topic

Confess in hell

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