You tell our past as a story to others, with the same smile and the same determination as in the past, and your hair still exudes the fragrance of war.
Then you and your former lover, you and me, talked about your wife who now likes extremely simple things.
And I can only hold on to my memories and hold back.
No matter what.
I just fell into the cracks of time and got covered in mud, while you were still arrogant and dazzling without any scruples, striding forward and staying away from me.
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