People in love are the same
"People in Love are the same" is a song sung by Jacky Cheung and included in the "Kissing Goodbye" album.
It's cold in the middle of the night, but I have your warm eyes
Please drive all loneliness out of your heart
Wander in my arms
Love is hard to guard against, I want to share accidentally
Your joy, your love, your lingering
It’s crazy to love you, it’s okay to suffer
People in love are all alike
Have a smiling face
I don’t have enough time every day to make me dream again
Put love in your hands
The light is dim and you look swaying in front of your eyes
Tonight I can't help but be drunk in fantasy
People in love are the same
People in love are all alike
Have a smiling face
I don’t have enough time every day to make me dream again
Put love in your hands
The light is dim and you look swaying in front of your eyes
Tonight I can't help but be drunk in fantasy
People in love are the same
People in love are the same
People in love are the same
It's cold in the middle of the night, but I have your warm eyes
Please drive all loneliness out of your heart
Wander in my arms
Love is hard to guard against, I want to share accidentally
Your joy, your love, your lingering
It’s crazy to love you, it’s okay to suffer
People in love are all alike
Have a smiling face
I don’t have enough time every day to make me dream again
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Put love in your hands
The light is dim and you look swaying in front of your eyes
Tonight I can't help but be drunk in fantasy
People in love are the same
People in love are all alike
Have a smiling face
I don’t have enough time every day to make me dream again
Put love in your hands
The light is dim and you look swaying in front of your eyes
Tonight I can't help but be drunk in fantasy
People in love are the same
People in love are the same
People in love are the same
I always yelled to find someone, but I never actively wanted to hook up with someone. I was afraid of fast food lovers, afraid of separation, afraid that in the end I was serious but others were just perfunctory, so I waited and waited for someone who was still with me in the end. I persistently or paranoidly believe that someone will see through my pretended indifference, stay close to me and love me and give me a chance to love her. If I can be together in the end, it doesn't matter if I am late.