unintelligible passers-by. I
met you on the street
. You are in front, and I am in the back
. There is only desire in the jungle , naked without understanding, let alone love. He does not understand you, you do not understand me, but I do not understand her . So, this is a lonely world, full of sadness , the last tango, and end this absurdity . Meeting on the street, and separating on the street. You are in front, I will take a last look at you in the back, do you still feel like walking this long street ? I open my heart and accept your ridicule and disdain. I tell you my name . I would like to die under your gun and pay homage to my love with blood In the end, death tells me that this city is a jungle and cold, I don't need understanding, let alone love
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