Cherry blossoms, red maples: They are the same to me just placeholders marking the time. Year reminders that I'm getting older. It was the silver rain, it was the golden heat. Smothered in my own hate, it took me away.
Nothing is brighter than this one track mind.
I'm constantly forgetting you while you chase fool's gold.
Forget the city. Forget the seasons. Forget me because it's all the same. Grow old and grey, I'll keep my summer. Grow old and grey, I'll keep my hate.
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