Forget the years will not melt erosion Deep in the heart also remember that year that evening Once deplored, years into force A little truth, an ideal forever looking for Long to continue before the flight do not know to be scared Jing Jing thorns do not have to look at it Floating the crowd yesterday, though not a word Do not want to clearly analyze too much true love But there is a dream, not dead remember it No matter how the rain hit, freedom will still blossom
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