Always miss winter in the hot summer
In the golden autumn miss spring
Looking forward to growth at a young age
Think of youth when you are gray
We're all the same
In the crowd trying to escape
When lonely and eager to find company
In the ordinary is not willing to ordinary
After the success and care for the ordinary
Life like a shadow
Seen but not touched
There is no temperature
There is no weight
It's a puppet of light
They are the pawns of dreams
A big crowd
How many people should one miss in one's life
How many stories to write
Who is at odds with whom
Who and who will never forget
We are but boats in the river of time
Though the waves of fate rise and fall
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