![When I was a child in the afterglow of "Nostalgia", nostalgia was a small stamp, I was here, and my mother was there. Growing up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was on this end, and the bride was on that end. after[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)
nostalgia Afterglow afterward grave I'm here bride Mother strait Right now Grow up
02-02
The road is far away, I am here, you are there, the fallen leaves that have drifted by are not your sustenance, otherwise why is there so much sadness, aquamarine blue, you are there, I am here, the autumn wind that blows is not yours...
12-15
