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Oceans apart day after day/ And I slowly go insane/I hear your voice on the line/But it doesn’t stop the pain……九年前的你,从萨拉戈萨走进了梦幻般纯白的马德里,爱你的人从那刻起,便开始了一次又一次真诚而又心痛的等待……三年前的夏天,你选择了沉默与接受,像一个被丢弃的孩子,跌跌撞撞地走出梦境,独自一人去到陌生的摩纳哥;爱你的人每天守望着那片只有在心里才能眺见的地中海,祈祷着上帝保佑你这个可爱的孩子,期盼着你可以穿着红白色的球衣攻城拔寨。
Oceans apart day after day / And I slowly go insane / I hear your voice on the line / But it does not stop the pain ... You nine years ago, from Zaragoza into fantastic white Madrid , Love you from that moment, began to sincerely and humbly wait ... ... three years ago in the summer, you chose silence and acceptance, like a discarded child, stumbled out of the dream, alone One goes to a strange Monaco; the one who loves you watches the piece of the Mediterranean Sea, which can only be seen in the heart, praying that God bless you, the lovely child, looking forward to beating you in your red-and-white jersey.