On the changing date of youth,
We practice love and flying,
Spread the wings of your soul,
Measure your dreams.
The dreams I've had, the people I've loved,
All have gone far,
Only the missing is as clear as yesterday.
Even in the loneliest moments,
Even if tears make me unable to see the world clearly
I still listen to the sounds of happiness.
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Bad work in junior high school...
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