When I was a child, I thought that love was holding hands
It's naive to think that you can get white head in this way
How many pairs of people do we miss when we grow up
Very serious, but lost to naive
Everything has been polished and changed by time
But strong to the distance
Always love someone deeply
Young innocence
There is a sense of being invincible when you grow up
Everything has been polished and changed by time
But strong to the distance
Always love someone deeply
Young innocence
There is a sense of being invincible when you grow up
Everything has been polished and changed by time
But strong to the distance
Always love someone deeply
Young innocence
There is a sense of being invincible when you grow up
Life is a one-way street
What really belongs to us
Only those memories)
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