One man came back from his house
He was only a boy got damaged from himself
I was squeezed but I was happy
Nobody can move my mind and shape
This is the sad story between him and I
Searching for the happiness is from their sadness
I could know his stars came from me
Hey Hey Hey
I know that I can handlilng something
So, could you be my sophore?
Absolutely!
Thank you for your greeting
And Thank you for your vanished stars
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