If you don't speak and I won't explain my green years, will you feel flustered if you miss so many years?
I forget when we met and when we separated.
Our youth blended together, but it seemed like no color remained.
You come and go in a hurry, and only I am still lingering in the same place.
You are my utopia, my paradise, my sour fruit.
We once walked together, and briefly, we saw the same scenery.
Do you have me in your eyes?
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