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If I Used to, I Was Afraid of Losing You, Now I'm Afraid That You Will Cry Again And Cry For Passers. What kind of person did you turn me into, oh man, what made me suffer, did I say a word to you, did I turn my heart? I didn't. No, stupid; It was Love in My Love.

And You; The Meaning of the Word of Love in My Love ... I am not angry with you, man, I am not angry.

We Can't Allow Dreams We Have Dreams, Our Memories, A Syllable of the Songs We Listen, They Are Choking My Throat. I Suspense With Our Memories.

Don't Let Your Eyes Be Behind. I Look Well At Our Memories, Our Dreams; Sometimes even though my tears are dropped on them, I hug and hug the wounds of my heart.