The past is really the past. Don't remind me again
Organize all your thoughts and lock you in the drawer
Memories just can't change anything
Tomorrow will continue, even if there is no you around
Will it still be unable to face in the past
Will those passing clouds be understated
I can't hide my heartbreak
Will you start to understand between the seasons
Will those branches grow slowly
It turns out it's just my own
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