How much youth is left in your hands?
How much suffering is there in missing you?
Clean a used comb occasionally
leaving behind lines of time
I hope your world will be fine
when i think of your smile
I have no intention of re-reading the love letters from that year
Time passes, youth grows old
That period of knowing each other that we can't go back is beautiful
All shine on the yellowed letter paper
That is the mark of youth poetry
No wonder my heart still beats after reading this
Do you still remember that beautiful period?
Maybe the letter I wrote to you would have been thrown away long ago
This is how I feel about missing you
you've got it elsewhere
I hope your world will be fine
when i think of your smile
I have no intention of re-reading the love letters from that year
Time passes, youth grows old
That period of knowing each other that we can't go back is beautiful
All shine on the yellowed letter paper
That is the mark of youth poetry
No wonder my heart still beats after reading this
Do you still remember that beautiful period?
Maybe the letter I wrote to you would have been thrown away long ago
This is how I feel about missing you
you've got it elsewhere
That period of knowing each other that we can't go back is beautiful
All shine on the yellowed letter paper
That is the mark of youth poetry
No wonder my heart still beats after reading this
Do you still remember that beautiful period?
Maybe the letter I wrote to you would have been thrown away long ago
This is how I feel about missing you
you've got it elsewhere
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