This is
4th of June 4th.
and all began to fade.
like cotton that has run out.
I remember it.
fly past the blurry time.
your face has been forgotten.
and I hope you forget me too.
until the road that I drew.
don't dry your tears.
and someone who is all over me.
hold your hand.
tighter than me.
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