
I touched the purple Lagerstroemia wings hesitantly
Phoenix blossoms in student books
The sound of cicadas falling in a dream is very quiet
Remember the time of dreamy white shirt.
There are memories hidden in the tangled hair
The notebook page smells of purple ink, waiting
The person who passed away that year passed away very quickly.
To this season of longing and nostalgia.
I keep the words of love that I have not had time to say
Should go down to hear the emptiness in the heart
I wish I could whisper to the wind once
Thank you for the gentle person who came into our lives.
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