I still remember the figures of those teenagers running and chasing in the sun
I still often dream about how young and handsome they looked when they were young
I always thought that the quiet years would last forever
I still stay there and never leave
…
However, the sea can change in just a blink of an eye.
The book of fate is so poorly bound
I turned page by page
But still unwilling to admit it
Youth is a book that is too hasty
Even if...
Wait until all the past is buried deep in the ice and snow of the North
Those best moments are gradually solidifying
And all the future I can have
Also left me late one night
But I found that I still... Love you so much...
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