Oh! My dear long long ago,
On that bridge corner.
Where a pair of soul departed.
That bridge corner was damaged.
And still I remember that corner side,
Whenever I peep into my heart,
That bridge corner is untouched.
Where huge trees drip tears,
Where pearls of memories scattered,
Where autumn leaves cover all road,
Where awaiting hopes are dying,
Where a pair of soul departed.
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Verily, the dual memories, sweet and bitter have a strong impact when experienced together