Do people living in modern times still have time similar to memories?
There should be no more
Everyday life is so compact
Where will there be time to reminisce?
But. . .
Thoughts are out of control
saw him
Then I thought of him
His happiness, his chicness
Their past was as sweet and green as cotton candy
. . . . . . . . . .
Thoughts are like a flood
Who will save her?
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