Thousands of knots
Turn into Acacia
Flying in the gale
White as a cloud
Flying in those days
Heartbeat in that era
Floating, floating, floating back to that time
Sometimes I cheer for myself
Floating, floating, floating back to that time
Don't care if someone talks about success or failure
Floating, floating, floating back to that time
In the past, love is long, meaning is short, feeling helpless
Floating, floating, floating back to that time
In the twinkling of an eye, youth is no longer there
A thousand things on my mind
To whom
Who can tell
The origin of love
Flying in those days
Heartbeat in that era
Floating, floating, floating back to that time
Sometimes I cheer for myself
Floating, floating, floating back to that time
Don't care if someone talks about success or failure
Floating, floating, floating back to that time
In the past, love is long, meaning is short, feeling helpless
Floating, floating, floating back to that time
In the twinkling of an eye, youth is no longer there
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