Not all days can be looked back on

Not all youth can be compensated

Not all love lasts

Not all stories can be restarted

Drifting years

Always tired before starting to wake up

I always want to portray youth as a perfect fantasy

Looking back at the changed face

only to realize that there are too many absurdities to walk

Always want to put love

Melt into an eternally beautiful full moon

After withering

I just knew-

It was a wound that would never heal

I want to start the story that has come to an end

Helpless -

The atmosphere is already empty

No applauding was heard anymore

Life

It's not long

The time that has flipped over -

It flows quietly in the distance

Look back on the road you've traveled

The ----- that pervades my heart

It's that heavy sentimentality

Not all faults are attributed to the seasons

It's the wrong direction I came from

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