Never forget you constantly think of
The story of pure love, the memory of love
That is the memory that has been far away from going back
Sweet tears holding my heart
I only want to hear from you
It's better to see you again when we meet for the first time
Memories weave into love stories
It is in the wind of the spring that the storm of the earth is rising
How can bitter smile and sour tears compare now
Ah, the cuckoo's night cry accompanies my midnight dream
Never forget you constantly think of
The story of pure love, the memory of love
That is the memory that has been far away from going back
Sweet smile and sour tears hold my heart
I wish I could hear from you
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