Dream of him appearing
It was once natural
But this moment his voice has been precipitation
It's been many years
It's like forgetting to meet
It may be a wish that the distant road is separated from each other
Years without him
It's like recollection
But it felt as if the day would always be sweet
Stay at the window in the middle of the night
Back to the past
The heart of the most real moment is waiting to reappear
Or no more
Everything has changed
But I know there is always a trace of nostalgia
Not too much
I'm not crazy
But I always feel nostalgia for him
Why is he so far away
(Music)
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