Broken, although standing on the stage lit by the lights is
broken, although still drinking and laughing unscrupulously,
he finally took away all the good things that belonged to me in the past,
only the broken song is left.
I remember, the sweetness of that first kiss
, that my eyes were blue and purple,
you made me become I
sing in my memory that a lover will be married.
Oh, St. Teresa, dear Jesus
, please let me sing again, sing about all the good and the fleeting
No, I have no regrets , the
good, I accept
the bad, and I don't care. The
rose lives with its petals, but the fragrance remains the same.
, Santa Teresa, dear Jesus
reminds me of my father's smile, your sweetness, and the sweater knitted for nan
as if those beautiful melodies revolve over and over and over and over
I always keep my eyes open to
tears for the surprises in life Sing this good, bad, not without regret life
expect to meet you in the sky to regain the life of the rose
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