Anchored by the dock where we parted yesterday, So many [bad word] back in so many layers.
After sunset, one can only [bad word] the moon and wait for loneliness.
Sometimes, the abandon of youth cannot delay the late autumn wind.
After you, happiness is rare and troubles are many. After me, [bad word] deep but fate is frail/
Who says youth cannot be wrong? But rather tears than surrender...
Cherish that once had and held you, the dream of my youth, the time we shared...