I want to say but I haven't said a lot
Save because you want to write a song
Let people sing gently, lightly remember
It's worth it, even if it's finally forgotten
Maybe my whole life is a trickle of ideas
A fluke makes a river
And then we're on our own
Looking at the bend of the river, I finally dare to be bold
Face the difficulties of life with a playful face
Maybe we've never matured
I'm getting old before I know it
Although the young man is alive in his heart
Looking back because of uneasiness
A shameful plea for help
Tirelessly over every hill
Over the hills, though white
I don't care when I chatter
Immortality is yet to be seen
Lose yourself first
Across the hill I found no one waiting
The chatter can never call back the gentleness
Why can't you remember who gave you a hug last time
When
I didn't mean to hide it or make you sad
How many times have we been drunk
Curse life too short, regret meeting too late
Let the woman cry the make-up to spend all don't care
It's a pity that we've never matured
I'm old before I know it
Try your best but still don't understand
Young people around
Give yourself any reason
To tease the love and the fate
Fight back until you die
Over the hills, though white
I don't care when I chatter
Immortality is yet to be seen
Lose yourself first
Across the hill I found no one waiting
The chatter can never call back the gentleness
Why can't you remember who gave you a hug last time
When
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