I'm waiting for you to come
When my eyes hurt
Love paintings across the red sky
When the waves run and kiss the sun, the shore
When the sun is cold and the sun is shining
When I'm waiting for you to come
A golden painting at the edge of this sky
The moon waves from afar and beckons
How long will it take for you to come, my love
The waves are breaking and my chest hurts
The red shore stretches along the red shore
To catch the stars that are looking at the corner of the sky
To swim, the red eyes are filled with tears
Gem, are you coming? Before the sun sinks, the ocean
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