That year you said you wanted to hold hands with the big ones and watch the cherry blossoms
I looked at you deliberately and asked you if the fruit of the cherry blossoms is a cherry?
Then the warm gaze revealed through your glasses almost melted me
You gently scratched the bridge of my nose with your fingers
I always look back with unfinished thoughts and stop.
Looking back on the road we traveled together
The cruelest and gentlest confinement
Count the loneliness every night when the stars fall
The dusty innocence of troubled times
Clouds hidden behind the sun
Loneliness is like a tide, submerged in the jungle of the most prosperous cherry blossom rain
Singing for no reason, it's late at night
Cherry blossom rain, pieces connected to form memories
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