A tender Dadaism of youth blank
Can you get back who you used to be, that one
High spirited, the most simple you, was because
What took this road? Do you remember now.
You have to live like this tomorrow
Sad will not be moved, unconsciously you have been moved
Smooth the edges and corners, happiness in the ordinary.
Your heart, once broken, loved people, No
I know all the youth will come true
They all cried in front of the mirror.
Climb the mountain, who called the name, lost
People, not really retain, I know all
Youth will be the same, are drunk in front of the street lamp.
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