Never see
How much is the journey
Use years to float
Follow the tide
Keep looking
Looking for those who can't forget
I used to want it
Take a rest
And afraid of falling into the crowd
Even in vain
can't escape or run away from
Better than that
Waiting for the old
The joy, anger, sorrow and joy
Gathering, dispersing and separating
How can we be right or wrong
A brief summary
Since there is no if
Had to choose
What should we hold tightly
What to miss
When time flies
Rush past
Into the pulse again
It reminds me
Memory has an outline
But I can't touch it
Fade into a mottle of years
I used to want it
Take a rest
And afraid of falling into the crowd
Even in vain
can't escape or run away from
It's better that way
Waiting for the old
The joy, anger, sorrow and joy
Gathering, dispersing and separating
How can it be right or wrong
A brief summary
Since there is no if
I have to choose
What should we hold tightly
What to miss
When time flies
Rush past
Into the pulse again
It reminds me
Memory has an outline
But I can't touch it
Fade into a mottle of years
The joy, anger, sorrow and joy
Gathering, dispersing and separating
How can it be right or wrong
A brief summary
Since there is no if
I have to choose
What should we hold tightly
What to miss
When time flies
Rush past
Into the pulse again
It reminds me
Memory has an outline
But I can't touch it
Fade into a mottle of years
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