I steal a glance at you as we look for four-leaf clovers,
but then divert my eyes,
The gentle rain falls above our heads,
as it becomes as dramatic as the number of people passing by.

i wonder if we'll be able to
reunite with those precious things that were broken.
The scars that are left behind won't go away.
Now we must depart,
to our own ways
Send the lost promises to the stars
My memories wont fade away.


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