The sunset was dyed into red
What I drank was not red wine,
It’s what I'm craving for, it’s you.
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Wind blows in my room.
Wishing with my whole heart that you could hold me again.
It's not what we speak.
It's what we can feel.
It's the romance for me and you.
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Putting on some makeup .
And Wearing the prettiest purple .
Waiting for my lover across the universe.
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Let’s have faith and be brave.
And soon be reunited once again!
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