When love and separation are equated, then where should memories be placed? The wind blows and leaves the shadows of fallen leaves, but it cannot keep your gentle eyes. Even though there is a voice that has gone through all kinds of hardships, I can only return this voice to the old locust tree of memories. In the quiet night, you are the only one thinking about me. I am taking my last breaths now just to play in your future.
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