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Crying in painful memories But I firmly believe that youth is a sin and a lie lies, lies Those memories are like poison, torturing me, over and over again The friendship between bamboo and horse touched my heart and made me shed tears. My story represents me, others are just passers-by I am me, different fireworks My mentality is devastated, but I remain stubbornly optimistic Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming, I believe in the sunshine tomorrow No matter what I go through, it was given to me by God