The youth is the pastry beautiful
Eyes are very black and very black
Than the what you held night, have countless time blacker
Shade because of you The society tosses about in bed
Attention because of you The society buries
Even July Heat wave
Rainwater
Or trials and hardship thunder and lightning
Perhaps Need countless kind to bear the weight of
With the way that is born
Should not impose the answer simply
Should not look for flowers to be in bloom simply
Memory is a mirror
If not the happiness radiant with smiles
How is it
Memory, to the heart
Memory, to the heart
Like crossing the dream at night
Like a line silk tied
Like all excuses in panic
What needn't explain
Originally once in a while
Destiny is mixed
Just Unreal image of the outline of destiny
In the disguise of whose name is it
It is scanty repeatedly
One but the more gray fog fan is indebted to
From then on Have not subdued the sound
Do not just have that
Perseverance involved in at the beginning of September
There are countless branches of the emotion
This is not love
It is not the kindred
But Lie across the edge
The one difficult to describe is gathered
The fault is not here, you Here, I
Lie in me
False with the selfish name
It is deeply worried to cover up
The youth is the pastry beautiful
Can not bear to eat any more
Will still always go
And I Why is all
Child that does not know how to treasure
You will smile and nod
Will cry and shake the head too
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