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As time goes by, memories are still remembered
Swear in love they remember promises
Laugh and laugh, cry and celebrate
Even if you want to forget that moment, you still remember that moment
Where was the support? Where was the rescue?
Her eyes would get wet when she remembers the tears
By making us leave our own again
Those faces should not be forgotten, yet those faces are remembered
Eyes are waiting for the same face
They break the heart, yet they remain close to the heart
As time passes, they still remember
Swear in love, remember those promises
Time and Love are always tested by society.
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