Lunch at lunchtime passion fruit
Eaten with your friends
You are far from perfect
But I'm proud to be your best friend
In the morning read the newspaper
During the day read the letter
I do have an ex-boyfriend
But I do not have a friend
Above the sky there is a cloud
Very elegant when I see
Among the many friends
You are the closest
Night appeared moon
Visible to the west
You may have many friends
But not necessarily have many friends
Right hand left hand
Both are holding cards
Stars just shine at night
Friends shine every time
The living must be dead
And will not be able to live all the time
You are a true friend
That's always there for me
Make a pickle pickup burger
Presented to guests
When you have a boyfriend
Never forget your best friend