I look at it,
as though i can't grasps hold of it,
seeing that it's passing by and yet can't hold it,
like catching the air by our own bare hand.
as though sand slipping through the gaps in between my fingers.
I really miss the good old days, thou it's not over yet
and yet i'm feeling as if I've already lost it.
But I'm really afraid, that I'm slowly giving up.
Enjoy the music while it's still in the air.
I say, can it play forever?
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