Peter pan by: Exo (English Lyrics)
I brush off my worn out diary and suddenly, in the opened pages
you are there, you still remain there exactly the same.
The picture I had forgotten comes back to my memory, and a small shiver surges from my body.
It’s a bit sad that we can’t return to back then
I’m searching for you, the Tinkerbell who the memories sent, I followed you to Neverland.
At that place I gazed at you and smiled.
I’m forever your Peter Pan. Your man that stopped at that time.
I may be clumsy, I approach you, whom I loved so much.
The memories of driving away all the spiteful villains that always harassed you are still fresh.
From that moment on, I gained your heart and even a kiss.
My heart always rode on a cloud and flew.
You’re prettier than Wendy or Cinderella.
Because I feel you, the only person who can make my heart beat, my eyes shine.
I’m searching for you, the Tinkerbell who the memories sent, I followed you to Neverland.
At that place I gazed at you and smiled.
I’m forever your Peter Pan. Your man that stopped at that time.
I may be clumsy, I approach you, whom I loved so much.
The pink-flushed faced feels like walking on clouds(we were together but)
Baby boo! My heart beats for you, who is like a painting!(I want to hold you)
Even now, just like when your eyes gently smiled, (Pull my hand)
If you would fly into the small opening of the window to my heart(You go further away).
Captured in my fairy tale, you still linger Sweety girl!(Don't go)
I’m still nervous. The small section of my heart without you, this place is a lonely island(Then,me)
You’re written inside my memory, you’re a pretty girl who can’t be erased!(I am here oh)
I’m still excited, that small section of my heart without you(Where could you be?)
As the hands of the clock spun, how much would have changed?
I turn to the final page in which you are written.
But I don’t have the courage to read on, I will erase the sad writing.
Our story won’t end.
Because we will meet again.
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Blue Hour by: TXT (English Lyrics)
Boom, boom
Boom, ba-da-boom, boom
Blue Hour
Boom, boom
Boom, ba-da-boom, boomI really hate the awkwardness, I just laugh
Baby, I know we were special
Only one in the world, special (Mm)
That look in your eyes, like an emptied gift box
You and I in the setting sun (Yeah, yeah, I can)
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PAIN IN MUSIC (Book 2)
Teen FictionYour music is hurting ------------------------- Book 2 of Musical Academy