When we're young, we all have plenty of ridiculously silly stories, and there are always people who are silly right alongside us. As time carries us farther away, their figures gradually blur. We might forget their names, and even their faces... But back then, we were always at our most innocent and pure. When we liked someone, we liked them, without hiding it.
Little feelings stir like rain, little awkward moments tug at the heart, little people don't know how to kiss yet
From then on, someone lived in my heart. We were once so small
I'm searching for the person in that story. You're the part I can't do without
Little hands hold little people, guarding a little eternity
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