Petals and clouds are scattered on the road.
Countless moments flashed through countless pictures.
I can't get it together.
A rose in bud
Go back and ask the person who accompanied you the whole time.
What they call yesterday, youth, and youth.
Have I ever, ever experienced it?
The passing wind doesn't speak.
A sad autumn-the dead leaves on the ground don't answer
Look into the distance with one eye.
There must be beautiful scenery there.
How is she? -A girl who can't remember the whole picture
Is she not beautiful? it must be ...
-To youth.
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