Hey, I won't forget about you even if I know love someone else
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I still recall you guiltily
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Hey, I won't forget the blue bench in the corner of the grounds
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How you engraved our names in it, and turned towards me
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We were simply too young, and though our held hands were slightly sweaty, we didn't let go
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Even though ten years have passed, nothing has changed, suddenly I recall the feelings
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I've never since felt such a painful love. I wonder why? I feel like crying
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In our graduation album, on the last page there's a small message
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"Even thirty years from now, my heart will remember you better than anyone"
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Hey, I won't forget when we scribbled "Our very own country" on the world map
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It was such a childish promise it makes me laugh
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All the memories squeezed into that text book are slowly overflowing
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Ten years pass, and everything has changed, and we've never met again
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We leave ourselves up to the busy days. I wonder why? It makes me cry
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It was a short-lived love, but I still wanted it, and felt a slight tremble in my heart
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Even thirty years from now, my heart will remember you better than anyone
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For whatever purpose are we living as if we're chasing the now?
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It's not for anyone's sake, and there's no way of confirming it
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But I want to believe that someday I'll understand, that someday, it'll arrive
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That a time will come when I can say with confidence that it was best this way
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In our graduation album, on the last page, there's one more small message:
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"Even thirty years from now, you'll be you, and to me, you'll be my first love"
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