This way || ORIGINAL POEM
The path to remembering yourself who is no longer on the side
This road used to be. Indeed we pass a day
when still together will those memories
can come back again
or whether it has become an eternal memory and will never come back again
Hi, my old lover
where are you now Do you still remember that moment
where when we come home when passing this way
as if that memory is always reminded back on
in my mind today this road becomes a day's path baby i pass it while i work
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