The day when they love,
The momory when colourful moment were remeber
I'm lossing the battle
the battle i can not win from the beginning
The moment of my love faint as if slip away from my hand
From my mind
From the very moment that i enjoy
I lost it again
sky weep upon my sorrow
I'm lost in the nowhere land
none were there except drying flower and rainning cloud
That is the end
The termination of my precious thing
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