Give back those tales, give back those stories,
Give back everything to the innocent devils too.
Playful laughter of childhood, feed it openly,
Like smelling the fragrance of roses in the air.
Give back every moment that we spent away from the door of this world,
Revive the way of life.
Let's turn those old clocks,
Lose everything, like giving the waves of water a place to play.
Two or four moments are right, but the essence of our life is hidden in them,
Forget this whole world, come back to the place of childhood introduction.
Come live those old and priceless memories.

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