The seven-colored fireworks are rising, losing yesterday, and there is no trace.

The splendid disappearance seems to be the starting point to be found, and time passes at this moment, and I don't know whose back is reflected.

When I think about it inexplicably, I will be in a daze, I will sigh, and I will stumble like this.

disappeared, dissipated, forgotten in the passing years, in the long-lost past, met by chance, and melted into each other's dreams.

Living so carefree and carefree, like the most wonderful dream.

Hurry time, hurry time, the note of time, has been remarked no continuation.

We walked and watched, but we couldn't turn back.

Yesterday is still there, in the dreams that we don't have time to transfer.

The people around him left one by one, changing batches and batches, and no one knew how to end it.

Came and went, so sad.

Walking on the road of the past, I want to find back the lost dream, but I find that no matter what, there are no more countless laughter and laughter, and I can no longer find it.

Those once, short-lived, the most wonderful dreams, just dissipated to the ends of the earth, you say wonderful, I say wonderful, unpredictable.

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