Now that a new summer is coming by,
it seems that there's no place for spring here.
Now that the winter is left behind,
it seems that there's no place for autumn.
I'm being honest when I say:
"Days are like stones, but never wasted time.
We were alone, even when we talked.
I don't feel sad about the way it was.
I'm just getting mad because I want all those feelings back"
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