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The sky became quiet when the night comesstars are hiding behind the clouds that are not visiblegrass swayed by strong windsthat night no one looked at when I'm heartbroken

Memories will always remember the dream of the pastalthough it will remain the same pass directiondespite the different times will remain the same directionthough the color will remain the same meanings facilitate

How far the distance between love and hateso that the heart is not able to kindlythere was no smile on her face paintedand weeping hearts only just

Long story will be told as the historyhistory between sweet and bitter tastethere will be full of questionsgrandmother would answer with a smile

Even if only for a moment dreamand the promise of the wing is flyingthe promise of fish is swimmingand the promise of water is flowing