It seems the sun has made her cheeks pink
Flying clouds love your hair
Stealthy looking at me laugh makes me shy
I'm white now
Bike ride on the school grounds your hair lengthened
He looked silent for a long time
He stared blankly at the smile
Then I worry, suddenly heard vaguely
Close to my heart to hear the pressure
The times I hear your heart vaguely
Waiting for you to familiarize yourself with the street
Only you and your nostalgic hope each other
Bike ride on the street
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