Is it modern love to love one girl after another
And to leave out to choose their poor destiny,
Falling in love madly
And leaving out in a huff?
But my friend, the hand you hold, take a hold of firmly,
Let it not go,
Just, just think about the poor girl
And poor love and her poor heart,
Just think you.
Tears are more precious than your assets and wealth,
Let it not fall.
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