In your ignorant youth, do you remember the innocence and gentleness on your face?
In a trance, has the memory ever crossed my fingertips?
The years flow through you and me
I come to listen to your world, I listen to your past life,
I tell your story, and I understand your tenderness best.
Pure, light, that is the taste of love.
If you are well, I have no worries.
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