A story is like a song
The wings on the back disappear
when you disappear
That memory about flying
Like a scratch that can never be wiped away
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Don't be swept away by the turbid current of time
There are no memories to tell
There's no one I can rely on
Tears remaining in the corners of the eyes
You won't find out
The last bit
gradually falling
The thick night suddenly dispersed
The sky is already bright
brilliant sunshine
gentle illumination
Hug you and move on