I touched those hated freckles lightly and sighed, My "heavy class" love has dissolved clearly Just like a sugarcube. The thorn stuck in my thin breast went in further And hurt much more than before. Astrology didn't predict that at all.
I wished we could go together farther, It would be joyful enough to...
Memories are always beautiful, But with only that you can't live. Tonight should be a really sad night, But why? Actually I can't remember his smiling face.
I understand breaking apart and putting back together Because that's my personality; With impatient feelings and uncertainty Which nevertheless are capable of good love.
I pierced my left ear to forget, It's an episode I can't laugh about.
Counting up the number of freckles Embracing the spots and all But the thorn piercing my breast won't disappear. My stuffed frog and rabbit Smile and comfort me.
Memories are always beautiful, But with only that you can't live. It was a really tough night I wonder why though? Why can't I remember that person's tears? I can't remember, Why can't I?
this is a nice thing and such...
And this is love....
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