Time passes by,
tide rushed to the shore
Rooks burned to a dust,
roses may bloom
A baby was born,
an old man will die
Traces and memories
let it go or let it stay,
Everything will never be the same
but. . .I will never CHANGE!!!
tide rushed to the shore
Rooks burned to a dust,
roses may bloom
A baby was born,
an old man will die
Traces and memories
let it go or let it stay,
Everything will never be the same
but. . .I will never CHANGE!!!
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