烟水碧云间
Thursday, June 2, 2011
End of may
End of may, a year is gone and I still feel this way,
When we meet again I'll ask you how you're doing
And you'll say fine and ask me how I'm doing
And then I'll lie and I'll say ordinary, It's just an ordinary day
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