Today, the years are still hazy.

Those years, those fragrances,

All surging out, all gone with the wind.

They don't disappear, they accompany me,

Talk about memories, talk about memories.

I think a lot about ifs, but there are no ifs in life.

Don't cherish, don't seek,

There is only cause and effect, there is only consequence, and the cycle repeats,

Lived like a nightmare, like a walking corpse.

But I'm afraid, but I'm worried,

worry that I am too ordinary and cowardly;

But I'm worried, but I'm afraid,

I'm afraid that the protagonist has always been me.

But I'm persistent, but I understand,

understand that the protagonist is no longer me,

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