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花粉症

为什么我眼泪流不停
为什么我眼眶红得要命

为了谁
我的喉咙又痛又痒欲言又止
明明窗外终于不下雨
坏掉的爱情变成颗粒
侵入我的睡眠甚至呼吸
催眠我
不定期的又哭又笑无法控制
明明早就说过不在意

那是过敏不是还爱你
那是花粉症不是依然想念着
跟你一点关系都没有的小毛病
过了这个春天就会自然痊愈的
怎么过敏让我想起你
怎么花粉症总是规律提醒着
从你开始接近到离去的小剧情
过了这个春天
我还能不能忘记你

为什么我眼泪流不停
为什么我眼眶红得要命
为了谁
我的喉咙又痛又痒欲言又止
明明窗外终于不下雨
坏掉的爱情变成颗粒
侵入我的睡眠甚至呼吸

催眠我
不定期的又哭又笑无法控制
明明早就说过不在意
那是过敏不是还爱你
那是花粉症不是依然想念着
跟你一点关系都没有的小毛病
过了这个春天就会自然痊愈的
怎么过敏让我想起你
怎么花粉症总是规律提醒着
从你开始接近到离去的小剧情
过了这个春天
我还能不能忘记你

那是过敏不是还爱你
那是花粉症不是依然想念着
跟你一点关系都没有的小毛病
过了这个春天就会自然痊愈的
怎么过敏让我想起你
怎么花粉症总是规律提醒着
从你开始接近到离去的小剧情
过了这个春天
我还会不会想起你

Hay Fever

Why are my tears flowing without end?
Why are my tear ducts so bloodshot?

For whom?
My throat is sore and itchy, and I can't speak
Even though it has finally stopped raining outside
Our broken love has become particulate matter
Invading my sleep, even my breathing
Hypnotizing me
Making me cry and laugh uncontrollably at irregular intervals
Even though I said long ago that I didn't care

It's allergies, not that I still love you
It's hay fever, not that I still miss you
It's a minor ailment that has nothing to do with you
It will naturally heal after this spring
How can allergies make me think of you?
How can hay fever always remind me
Of the short story of your approach and departure?
After this spring
Will I be able to forget you?

Why are my tears flowing without end?
Why are my tear ducts so bloodshot?
For whom?
My throat is sore and itchy, and I can't speak
Even though it has finally stopped raining outside
Our broken love has become particulate matter
Invading my sleep, even my breathing

Hypnotizing me
Making me cry and laugh uncontrollably at irregular intervals
Even though I said long ago that I didn't care
It's allergies, not that I still love you
It's hay fever, not that I still miss you
It's a minor ailment that has nothing to do with you
It will naturally heal after this spring
How can allergies make me think of you?
How can hay fever always remind me
Of the short story of your approach and departure?
After this spring
Will I be able to forget you?

It's allergies, not that I still love you
It's hay fever, not that I still miss you
It's a minor ailment that has nothing to do with you
It will naturally heal after this spring
How can allergies make me think of you?
How can hay fever always remind me
Of the short story of your approach and departure?
After this spring
Will I still think of you?