past times
It's like a heavy rain
The bottom of time
Years accumulate
perhaps
We'll never meet again
Parting at the moment
We were silent
Unofficial us
Make an appointment for the next intersection
The heart beats like a second hand
Beating the countdown of youth
A kite that can't fly high
We are young and frivolous
People who are afraid of loneliness
Have a hot soul
some people
And then turn around
I only left my back and never cared about it
Residual temperature of wind
The sound of rain in midsummer sews into the soul like flowers
Who's still there
The Last Lamp
some people
Stay where you are
Holding hot tears refused to turn around
Every scar
All embracing lonely souls in the dark
This second, this minute
It's the last journey
Unofficial us
Make an appointment for the next intersection
The heart beats like a second hand
Beating the countdown of youth
You taught me to grow
Put the medal on my shoulder
You give me strength
Let me go all the time
some people
Stay where you are
The light came on slowly and refused to get up
Every scar
All embracing lonely souls in the dark
One more minute
Give me another ride
And we
It's the best of us
I'm not afraid of the rain with you
When it's late at night
There is always a memory beating on the little door of my heart
You and I became us when we were young
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