When I was young, I loved that proud and beautiful girl
Her sometimes fragile and sometimes stubborn eyes
Occasionally pungent, sharp, angry,
And I know,
The water in her eyes is as gentle as water,
I think I really really like her.
She plays tennis so beautifully,
With her in Tokyo, it's not too noisy and annoying,
I hate the way she is vain in front of that boy
But she only has to look at me
All superficiality is pure and innocent
Why didn't I rush up when she was bullied?
It seems that I forgot myself
I always feel like I can't touch her
I can't let her run away this time.
she is so beautiful
At that moment determined not to let her slip away
I always have no resistance to this type of Japanese films, such as five centimeters per second, listening with one ear or hearing the sound of the waves, always my ordinary throbbing youth.
Later, when we grew up, we would put on suits, put on lipstick, step on high heels a little clumsily, open the curtain of the izakaya like an adult, truly be "me", enjoy the moonlight together, and reminisce the past
It is also the envy of the inexplicable juvenile love that is reckless and inexplicable. Adults are mixed with too many concerns and entanglements. It is extremely painful and helpless for me to pay, betray, suspect or sex.
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