I often look through the memories of my childhood
Not all blank
Seeing the handwriting again, the feelings are conveyed in silence
Looking through the memorial album with infinite emotion
What's your plan in your childhood
Meet again on the left side of the road
How bleak the autumn wind is
One cavity ideal one brain plan
Destroyed and strangled by society one by one
Talking about the absurdity of my classmates in my childhood
Think of the old teacher's spur
Looking through the memorial album in tears
Childhood ambition is still a blank
The dream has not come true
Youth is wasted
One cavity ideal one brain plan
Destroyed and strangled by society one by one
Talking about the absurdity of my classmates in my childhood
Think of the old teacher's spur
Looking through the memorial album in tears
Childhood ambition is still a blank
The dream has not come true
Youth is wasted
The dream has not come true
Youth is wasted
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