your fingertips linger on the edge of my memories
those beautiful eyes keep haunting me in my dreams
the traces of your lips still exist on my hands
your voice will always chase me, as far as it can.
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your fingertips linger on the edge of my memories
those beautiful eyes keep haunting me in my dreams
the traces of your lips still exist on my hands
your voice will always chase me, as far as it can.