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The old man sitting in the room that I imagine
He waits with all the oblique meanings he has storaged
In the border of thoughts and reality we've met
And all the stories he told me were the other way around
Broken heart
Unfortunate's the owner
Instead of tears
Every time I see my face in the mirror
Memories die
I've earned one thousand friends
One thousand miles storaged in my pockets
Is that really for the following?
Broken heart
Unfortunate's the owner
Instead of tears
Every time I see my face in the mirror
Memories die
Broken heart
Unfortunate's the owner
Instead of tears
Every time I see my face in the mirror
Memories die
