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They’re the closest friends, but not so old.

The time has passed, so must it be recalled?

We won’t find anyone alike,

And nostalgia torments us again.

We were making flawless mistakes,

With our hearts addicted more than nicotine impact.

The time educated us, only masking cuts.

As it’s a small world, madmen can do every single thing,

Even always cry.

So do we, what’s more, we look at the sky.

If we are sad, don’t say anything:

They’ll hit you hard.

Maybe, you remember looking into each other’s eyes

Without looking at the time?