Old stories
Vivi
A tree-lined path
Meander into the mysterious distance
Whenever I was ready to go deep into it
There are secrets hidden in the back of your heart
Those old stories though are simple and ordinary
But no one will share it
I spread them on the road
Walk by, make a squeaking sound...
There was a wind that blew away the fairy tales of the past
The sky is yellow
It was like rain
There are always some falling pictures that are extremely beautiful
It's like a very old story
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