There is a line in a song: "I said you don't know love." What is this song?

My baby Song Jingru was born on May 25th, Gemini, blood type AB. The fortune teller said that I am a person with dual personality. People who know me well but don't know me think I'm a simple and good girl. Neat and shiny students hang their heads behind their ears, whisper and think of others with euphemisms. You can sit quietly in the coffee shop and listen to their emotional stories or experiences. Sigh or smile at the right time. One of my girlfriends told her boyfriend that she didn't know how far love is from liking, and another girlfriend said to the handsome guy who chased her, "I don't believe in fate." Please don't use the word romantic and attractive fate to cover up your cowardice. " In the end, they will always stare at me like the world of mortals and tell me that I don't understand love with the voice of my big sister. Really, I don't understand. I don't understand why a girl should find an inappropriate person at an inappropriate time and place to finish an inappropriate love game, and then look at that person and tell him that I still don't think you understand me. I'd rather sit alone opposite such a beautiful girl, watching their exquisite confusion, self-confidence, persistence, holding a small spoon with a cold drink in hand and smiling silently. People who know me but don't think I am a rebellious and complicated girl: when I am alone, I often wear simple clothes, complicated shoes, blue nails and purple eye shadow, draw inexplicable pictures and write messy poems. Carrying an eccentric backpack in a hurry through the crowd, elegant as a deer, in a hurry as a mouse, smiling lonely. I ignore life, hate politics, laugh at society and stay away from people. The only person who believes in love has no love. Saying goodbye to the ordinary in your own way is not excellent. I have a half-red and half-black double-sided down jacket, which is a nice style. Unfortunately, there is always a whole white duck feather sticking out of the gap in the dense thread. Now this dress lies flat on my knee. Meow meow is chatting with me one build what did not build, and at the same time pulling out the feathers sticking out of her head by hand. -Be happy in peace. -What? What did the teacher say about being late just now? Don't take it too seriously. -Nothing. Really? -It's really nothing. I didn't sleep at noon, so I couldn't concentrate. Always boring. When she talks to me, I either nod or shake my head. Later, it seems that when I talked about a bad performance, I stared at her shoes and suddenly wanted to laugh but dared not, and my mouth bent upward. She probably thought it was fun, too, and waved me back when I was talking. I saw Meow holding the head of a feather with her nails and dragging it back. The feather fell to the ground, which was quite nice. Ann, don't always look so sad. It's not that people with deep pockets and industries have nowhere to run. Why doesn't the little girl live a little easier? I was in awe, and a feeling similar to pain spread all over my body. I slowly put my right hand flat on my knee and thought excitedly, forget it, it's not like there's nowhere to run. I 19 years old, near the college entrance examination. I have a house in the garden community not far from my school. I really have my own house with two bedrooms and one living room. My parents left me a completely private world. Don't get me wrong, my parents are not rich, and I am not an orphan of martyrs, but now that they have their own house, they buy their old house and leave it to me as compensation. I am the crystallization of their love, and the old house is the witness of their marriage failure. My parents often come to send money and relief supplies to the victims. The way you look at me is always guilty I think they are trying to prove or make up for something to me. But what does this prove? For example, they love me, but I already know. If they don't love me, they won't have me, I won't have an old house, and I won't live in an old house and live such a comfortable parasitic life. As for compensation, I swear that their divorce is really not the reason why they are so partial today. I was born perfect. So at the age of fifteen, when I found that their relationship had made me not free, I decided to give them freedom. So I will calmly say to them: "You break up." Then he walked slowly into the free room and closed the door, looking very sensible. But I think I'm really not the kind of cold and autistic child they think. I just think that my parents really love each other to have me, and it is good enough that a little me appears in this world to represent love. Later, they stopped loving and went to find new happiness. There's nothing wrong with that. Who can guarantee that if you love someone, you will love them for life? They didn't hurt me, at least not on purpose. People like me seem to be born in trouble. Why should they suffer with me? So I called my mother's new husband uncle, and my father's gentle but not beautiful little wife should be Mei Jie, so I skillfully called her Yimei. It doesn't matter, they are all very nice people, but they are very touched and flattered. I will accept all other gifts as long as they are not money. The same test paper was handed out, but it was not good anyway. My grades have always been jumping up and down, hungry. Political history is average, Chinese unexpectedly fell to the bottom, but mathematics unexpectedly rushed to 120, which is very satisfactory. However, the score did not lose many points, but it is reasonable to rank above average. My mother just had a parent-teacher meeting and carefully told me that her grades were between undergraduate and key, which was very promising. Don't! What the teacher said must be dangerous. On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, I finally had a holiday. Turning on the TV, Richie Jen sang "Sad Pacific" cadently, as if the shit was dry.