Two tall willow trees,
Gently swaying in the cool breeze...
I've fallen into a memory,
When childhood innocence was still around...
Her pace begins to quicken.
Somehow, the repeat of her feet...
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You can't run away from your problems. If you do, they'll just turn around, and run after you again. |
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Some memories are just as painful to remember as they are precious and wonderful. |
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In that very moment, my heart ached, but with the broken pieces, it soared. |