Love to me is just like sand...
I hold it in my hands...
And the wind blows it away...
Before there's anything I can say...
No matter how well I build it up...
It always seems to fall down...
No matter what type of shape I make...
It always turns into a mistake...
So, although I hold the sand tightly...
I know it will slip out of my hands anytime!!!
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