Oh, it's difficult. It's like leaving.
More and more beautiful. More arrogance.
Many are forming. Many are standing in line.
His effort. Beautifying the line.
Even they already know. That you are my darling.
'The people lining up don't stop. It's just me.
I'm already separated from you. And you think you'll be transferred to someone else.
'Aren't we. I don't want to be jealous. Jealousy jealous jealousy oh oh oh.
You chose me. I don't want to be jealous. Jealousy jealous.
Am I jealous? Oh oh oh oh. Am I jealous?
'It's difficult.'When talking. About our pasts oh.
'I can't stop it. Be honest. If I have something against her.
Maybe it's common. What I feel. Because I like you, I like whoa.
You're beautiful and unique. Fear of losing you. Fear of looking at someone else.
It's not because I'm not sure. My heart is satisfied with you. Destiny is playful.
When will I be wiser, ooh whoa...
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