The promise of who can accompany me to see the flowing water will not last long. With the passage of time, our memory is called missing. -A drop of past tears \ a written record. (A line of words records the memories of light years)-cloudy days, overlapping. It's raining in Mao Mao. \ Memory, exhausted. Around the end of winter. -Time, stop. I didn't notice. \ Render, recall. The picture stopped yesterday. I lost my memory and dribbled the past. What can I say? The shallow bay of happiness reflects our future. Happiness smiles gently and tears our past. -Don't tell me once, once only once. Don't tell me about the future, it hasn't come yet. -learn to get rid of dependence and be your own master. Learn to get rid of scoundrels and have your own glory. -I'm not a crayon Shinchan. I can't be so happy every day. I'm not dreaming too much, and I can't make you so happy. -\ Youth goes with the storm and disappears bit by bit. -hand in hand, step by step. \ Hand in hand, don't step back bit by bit. -So? ...