Now I finally understand.
I can ride out the gale for ten thousand miles
Can survive a thousand lives
Live through the years of poetry and wine
But you can't cross your glance.
For the rest of my life, I just want to hold hands with you.
It's meaningless to be with others.
It's a waste of time
I can ride out the gale for ten thousand miles
Can survive a thousand lives
Live through the years of poetry and wine
But you can't cross your glance.
For the rest of my life, I just want to hold hands with you.
It's meaningless to be with others.
It's a waste of time