but I didn't understand your apology.
Just think of it as just another game,
because your arms are holding me high.
At that time, I couldn't understand your departure.
I got on the bicycle and headed to the embankment where we parted.
Spent another summer there, and on the
way home again passed the old woman.
Years made me understand the meaning of death,
and youth she wanted to occupy me alone.
But any happiness and pain are not enough to
wash away your smile in my dream.
The traces left by the wind blowing through the sand
cannot be erased by time,
because that is the breath of the desert.
The world is in the arms of the wind.
Old age has made me not believe in miracles,
but I can no longer go alone.
If I meet you, it's no surprise,
my world is in your arms.
To my lost loved one and his child, may they forgive me for my clumsiness.
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