| there was a boy |
| thick eyebrows
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| She used to love a girl with clear eyes
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| She wrote a letter saying that she would have sex with her iron-like young heart until the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.
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| A few walnuts in my pocket, scattered memories in a stream
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| The words her mother said the other day
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| One day, a girl on my back exhaled a small breath.
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| Said she's carried away by the wind and can't come back
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| I kneel on the side of a field in early autumn
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| A young tramp wandering in memory
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| Tears flow in one of her memories
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| She sat down in the longing-stained stream
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| The old yellow crow cried again
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| light pink sweater
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| the wind blows |
| Make me cry and fly away, over the misty hills
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| Where are you who left without a word following the sad wind?
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| Those who love always follow their own arrows
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| A fantasy-like love, an unreachable destination
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| Inside the bony fingers, the old note that was torn in half
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| Memories can't be captured anyway
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| Find an old love hidden on the railroad tracks
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| Find your face among the flowers in full bloom on the road
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| Find hidden pictures that come to mind when you close your eyes
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| In front of memories of childhood like scars
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| We put the puzzle together piece by piece
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| Another sad anxiety big anxiety
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| The tragedy that awaited me in the middle of my dreams
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| A beautiful tragedy of knowing one love as if attacking the world
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| there was a boy |
| thick eyebrows
|
| I used to love a girl with clear eyes
|
| the wind blows |
| Make me cry and fly away, over the misty hills
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| Where are you who left without a word following the sad wind?
|
| the wind blows |
| Make me cry and fly away, over the misty hills
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| Where are you who left without a word following the sad wind? |