The streams of light come and go one after another.
Always unable to catch it, not even a trace left.
You said, my smile is like a stream of light. The pearl is shining, flowing and twinkling.
I didn't know at that time that you were just like that stream of light, drifting and uncaring.
Young people don't care, the time flows like an arrow, and time changes without realizing it.
People are, things have changed. My heart is there, how can I be so embarrassed?
Then how can I dare to expect your love.
This article is slightly green, slightly white, and slightly sadistic.
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