Season has passed, seemed like a passing windbut the pain remains the same and full of questionsthreaten the future and make a song sad at heartcreate a different image on every nightdancing with the sound of silk
A cry that is not watery piled into one reprimand in reverieand asked him who he is?that it is in the heart shadowand I remained conscious
Smiles and tears is a dramawhich is always healthy to breathe whenif you're sick then dyingbut it's no good if you go leave me
I am a victim of the seasondifferent seasonsseason, which leads south to northabandon and leave tracks in the east west
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