As I pass by through the old places we used to go,
I see fragments of our memories in every corner,
I tried to collect every piece and sealed them in a jar,
how can beautiful moments breaks our hearts in the end?
As I pass by through the old places we used to go,
I see fragments of our memories in every corner,
I tried to collect every piece and sealed them in a jar,
how can beautiful moments breaks our hearts in the end?
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