Crying is just like breathing, the longer you hold it the longer you will exhale.
Let me breathe. Sorrow is my home. I’ll stay, right here, where I was.
Even when I go out to happiness, I know well now that I’ll always come back home.
Let me breathe. Sorrow is my home. I’ll stay, right here, where I was.
Even when I go out to happiness, I know well now that I’ll always come back home.
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