so nice recollecting yesteryear's
even though, even it bring tears
people won't understand, never will
they have their own, their own thrill
i do count sun passing my window
even it doesn't come i still know
today i piece leaves of my life
i remember more, those strife
i lean on my chair tried to think
my whole world cast, i could sink
what am i doing here, i ask myself
wasting thoughts, aging in shelf
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