I don't quite remember what it feels like to be depressed and miserable
Don't say anything, don't ask about worldly affairs
our generation
The older you live, the older you become
Remembering people from the past
hear stories from the past
sing songs of the past
I just hate that I am too young
In the rapids that do not suit my age
Listen to the echo of the style that has been aged over time
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Where in life do we not meet
But looking back, the white clouds are low
Intention: Intention to be added