Within the whitely faded picture,
Atop the bookshelf of memory,
We were just faintly exchanging helloes
Comeback, but to the end I still couldn’t say it
And as the time flies by
The memory fades away
Many seasons passed
And as we meet face to face
I still couldn’t say it
The coldhearted man is crying
At our parting, even she’s crying
All that’s left are cuts
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