We laughed and ran in the rain
We held hands high and vowed to go to the distant horizon
Fragmented dreams burst as easily as bubbles
The young and frivolous heart is shattered by repeated setbacks.
Melancholy is buried deep in my heart
But every time I turn it up, it feels like a passing memory.
Obviously forgotten, but it comes to mind again
Indelibly engraved in my heart...
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