Don't you know my heart will burn? Stop your love's ignitions
Don't appear 'fore my eyes if can't fulfill ambitions
Don't be late, it's raining, cold winds are blowing, it's night
We're young, come to me soon, won't come back these conditions
Your relationship with me will be pleasant, trust me
Let's be one, forget the rest, those all're superstitions
My blood is a red ink, are you ready to come with me?
'thout your sign in The Love Court, I'll file no petitions
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