They can steal what you put in your pocket but never can steal what you put in your heart.
It's my memory about my parents
It's my love with a friend who lives far away from here
It's my return to somewhere calls me
And I need what you stole from me.
Why did you steal my first love ?
Why did you steal my tears ?
Why did you steal my private corner ?
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