Tunes from the past I burnt in vain
Vulnerable words that floated in the atmosphere I breathe
The things that I miss when I really want to quit hoping
Running away from the wound but never were an absolute escape
Hello hello memories
A little space, a little place, a soul within
Every time I hear his voice I certainly wish I’m hearing a sound of love
That’s the feeling that haven’t changed into a past tense
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