juvenile

How many years has the world passed?
Where are you now?
What kind of story is going through?
What kind of happiness hurts?
I still feel today
The spring that the breeze passed
The city passed over the village
I have passed our young chest.
I still see those teenagers
Standing in the new semester playground in September
Looking at the clear eyes of the sky
Thinking about an infinite future
How many years has the world passed?
Where are you now?
What kind of story is going through?
What kind of happiness hurts?
I still feel that today.
That ideal flying in the spring
Flying over the city and flying over the village
From our young chest
I still see those teenagers
Standing in the new semester playground in September
Looking at the clear eyes of the sky
Thinking about an infinite future
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