The lost color is memories of far away days.
When the old paint box is gently opened,
The childhood friend is always there!
Haven't changed, That smile.
The canvas of the heart Where both our dreams are drawn
Has yet to lost its Color,
Warmth created by your hand put on mine.
Why do people Always live with love
and hate at The same time?
The bonds of eternal youth Spun by joy and sadness,
The Flower Chain!
The song of the past is Memory of far away days.
Had days of gathering dispersed words
With disoriented eyes,
You were always there!
The score of the chest(heart)
With sounds created by the both of us will never disappear.
Both of our voices sound out together the harmony of the heart.
Why does God give people the fate
of encountering and separating with each other?
These overflowing tears
Become a river and coffins of flowers will flow on it,
The melody of forever.
Why do people Always live with love
and hate at The same time?
The bonds of eternal youth Spun by joy and sadness,
The Flower Chain!
The flower chain of the soul
that even God can't cut through.
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