I'm just getting used to those years that I thought were the most normal in the past
Carelessly ignoring the person who has come to you
I'm stubborn, so I insist on not forgetting the past without you
After forgetting the prosperity of that season, there will be beauty when the lights come on again
Forgot, even if happiness flows away from my left hand
The right hand is still soaked in another treasure
I heard you say, I have always been here...
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