The things are changing.
When I listen to the songs I used to listen to, which fond memories were all around,
I felt the warmth and pain.
What on earth have I lost as I grew old ?
What on earth is this that's increasing as I'm growing old ?
Even this moment when I think like this is turning into the past, too.
I'm walking on today, with the scar in my heart,
Looking at your back as a guidepost to live.
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