I think of under the moon, I think of before the flower
How many memories remain in my heart
Half bitter, half sweet
Year after year, I'm nostalgic
Nostalgia for the moon
Nostalgia teaches me to miss forever
I think of under the moon, I think of before the flower
How many memories remain in my heart
Half bitter, half sweet
Year after year, I'm nostalgic
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