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my youth......

When I had a sad thing,
I always open a leather cover...
That man in the graduation pictures has tender in his eyes...
From his eyes, I memorize my past, I wonder my future...

When I saw him at the town,
I couldn't say anything...
Because he was just the same...
He used to be on the graduation pictures...

I was changing a lot while I lost in the crowd...
You please give me a telling-off from the far away...

A willow is shaking like someone is talking...
I used to go and from under it but now,

Doing silly things,
Staying up until dawn...
Talking about silly things...

Whether that's right or wrong,

I don't really care...
Maybe I am not thinking anything at all,
Instead I am feeling everything...

You please don't forget a way of life in that time period...
You are the youth of mine...
You are the youth of mine......


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