Untitled (No Title) (Part 1)
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Unaware of friendship during childhood
Just treated as childhood play
Let's talk about it anyway
Now that it's young adulthood and a time of striving
It still evokes reluctance
A cold, cold wind
Blow it, blow it
Blow away the pitiful fragments of memories
Yearning for home when away
Just thinking about old times
Let's talk about it
No longer the youthful years
The only remaining thing is to stand and stare
Looking at the incomplete photos
A cold, cold wind
Blow it, blow it
Blow away the naive years of youth
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