The mountain has two directions
One to the shade, the other to the sun
There is no need to measure the road
One is short and the other is long
She has two dresses
One is warm and the other is cool
Take it with her
One handkerchief and one sugar
She held the petals in her left hand and smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemum
She counted the drops of rain that had accumulated in other people's jars
She saw the words erased and written still on the wall
She was thinking
I should have been blooming that year
At that time, you should be young, ignorant and frivolous
She has two kinds of helplessness
Half hate, half love
Pick as she likes
It's also pity and hurt
She held the diary in her left hand and right hand, but she didn't dare to open it
She counted the petals falling one by one to her windowsill
She repeated what a classic feeling she had
I don't understand
That year I should have no guess with you
At that time, you should be a restless child
I just don't want to grow up
It's a little weird
I just look at the distance lonely
Is there a light that will light me up
Aah~ Haah~
The words of that year are familiar
I can't forget what happened at that time
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