little children love sweets
what do big children love to like?
growing up doesn't mean
forgetting time full of honey, wine and milk
maybe lots people forgotten
and sentimental trashes dumped
but those moments will always be
in your past
and there's memories to be made
in front
and you'll smile crossing time
with old songs and new
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