Bake a cup of affection for you
A kind of incense, fishing on the shore when thirsty
Meet by chance without showing one's face
Let the day, resurrect the darkness of the night
From the whirlpool, hook to the sleeping heart
Breathe and sketch in the taste buds closest to the dream
Heart in Paris, if there is no acquaintance on the left bank
How to stir the love on the right bank?
The fog opened, glittering one after another
Wet will make you sunny, think of
Bake a cup of affection for you
The bottom of the cup is pure, without sugar
Before the heart grows old, there is a layer of foam.
Suddenly young became mysterious and went for a few laps.
Listen to the wind and float from afar.
