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I don’t like to argue So I’ve always been very careful It’s easy to take the lead and disparage myself,but it’s all in vain I always believed that it was best not to have a tragic past But meeting you made me realize something important Beauty doesn’t mean to be free of scars It’s a miracle to be scarred and loved We haven’t even begun to live our lives,to know the ups and downs but we can live in this irreplaceable present, treasuring each and every day, looking back and smiling on faded memories,and call them ‘vintage’ I don’t have a particular favorite color But what if life was a painting? I’m sure I’d love whatever color appeared from building up layers of time spent with you Hold on to the shining feelings in the space between emotions Even if my memories are crumpled up, unusually rusted, peeling, I won’t try to cover them up That in itself is a dear miracle We haven’t even begun to live our lives, to know the ups and downs Look back and smile on faded memories, call them ‘vintage’ Treasure each and every day As memories keep piling up, one day they’ll be more numerous than the stars, I’ll be happy they’re overflowing I’ll try to find words to explain it, so as not to distort my mind as the days go on, as I am with you now
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