Nostalgia in the afterglow
When I was a child
Nostalgia is a small stamp
I am here
My mother is over there
After growing up
Nostalgia is a narrow ticket
I am over here
The bride is here That end
Later
Nostalgia is a short grave
I am outside
My mother is inside
< p>And nowNostalgia is a shallow strait
I am on this side
The mainland is on the other side
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