There is a little shadow on the endless coast
Open your arms like a pair of wings
Shake your hair with sand
I seem to see the familiar myself again
The lonely seaside is full of torn photos
As soon as the wind blows, it will follow foolishly
Knead the eyes blowing into the sand
This time, pure tears were flowing on his face
My years are yours
Traces of first love left on the coast
Can only let the mind slowly fly to the sky
That's your story, my story
Young love is often unrestrained
No matter how mature, how sensible
The ebbing waves can't wash away my sad shadow
There is a little shadow on the endless coast
Open arms like a pair of wings
Shake your hair with sand
I seem to see the familiar myself again
The lonely seaside is full of torn photos
As soon as the wind blows, it will follow foolishly
Knead the eyes blowing into the sand
This time, pure tears were flowing on his face
Those are your years, my years
Traces of first love left on the coast
Can only let the mind slowly fly to the sky
That's your story, my story
Young love is often unrestrained
No matter how mature, how sensible
The ebbing waves can't wash away my sad shadow
Those are your years, my years
Traces of first love left on the coast
Can only let the mind slowly fly to the sky
That's your story, my story
Young love is often unrestrained
No matter how mature, how sensible
The ebbing waves can't wash away my sad shadow
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