We were seventeen that year
We were ignorant that year
But the desire for love has arisen
Your retreating figure under the sunset
It always makes me burst into tears uncontrollably
did i ever tell you
Actually I really want to give you a hug
Give you a warm hug
Not mature enough or rational enough
But it is such a real and touching existence
I hear similar piano sounds every time
It reminds me of a sorrow
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