When I walk in a familiar piece of street, someone smiled at me, turned out to be another me laugh, I love to laugh it down and out, still remember him well, it also laugh when I lost it proud
When I walk in that familiar street, there will always be people to me laugh, it is another I laugh at, it laughs my love is poor, still remember his good, it laughs when I lost is still so proud
When I walk in that familiar street, there will always be people laughing at me. It turns out that I am laughing at the other one. It laughs that my love is poor and I still remember his good. It laughs that I am so proud when I am lost