Memory is a kind of inner rumor.♪.回忆,是一种内心谣言 Does not belong to me, I will let go 。 不属于我的,我会离开。 Each trauma, is another kind of maturity. Wound like me, a stubborn child, not heal。 我们都变了。But,the old times still flying. 但是,旧时光依旧在飞。 And all my tears stay keep running down my face All in all, just past.Ever had, only memories. ...
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