031 Wrapped with the powdery snow of the child of the star

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Written by Macky Chan

1.
Age where you lived
Age that shines to golden color
You who was pure boy
You who dyes to brow by sweat and mud, confines white ball in pupil, and was running
Such you also have already approached the end of the life (end)
I love you present (now) such you
Like that time, like the look of the boy who sunburnt, still you are to be running

How sad and howpainful !

You who has passed the time away more than half a century from me 17 and me

Indefinitely indefinitely, years remain being

You run through ahead of me and …I can not catch up you
Boyhood that you spent
I would like to spend like a girl of Seventeen
The chest seems to burst and to burst this chest
It is present me that I can not never to live in your age
You always watch my pupil
You talk about reminiscence by a shining gentle pupil
I, on your hand that grows dark, the hand of one shining white girl is still piled up

Oh Oh, It seems to burst the chest, and to dash out

I feel getting warm of your hand
Your voices gradually become slender, and it seems to vanish
It is too cruel
Only though the age that was born to this world is different
The sound of your wristwatch gradually becomes small
2.
My living time is age when SNS is brilliant

I would like to enjoy chatting with you who was a pure boy in those days by SNS
However, the language of my smile seeing never runs to you in those days.
I would like to throw out desire to you of such me to the other side of the door at time by fleeching

You love me present (now) such me.
You are like that time such as the look of the boy who sunburnt
You grasp m hand at any moment and to be running

How how sad and painful ! ...

I like a virgin of Seventeen as it is
I would like to spend time the same as you some time

However indefinitely indefinitely, years remain apart

You must run through ahead of me and … It is not possible to catch up
Boyhood that you spent
Like me 17,
I would like to be asleep by the rest your head on a your lap
The head of the eye seems to be drowned and to be drowned this head of the eye because of tears.
It is now me that it is not possible never to live in your age
You always watch my pupil and talk to me with a silence by a gentle, seem lonely pupil

I, on the hand by which you become ashen, hand of girl who shines to pink still is piled up

It already already seems to have burst the chest, and to dash out…
Getting warm of your hand is not felt by me
The shine of your pupil seems to dull gradually, and to vanish
It is too sad !
Only that was born to this world is different
Your wristwatch doesn't timing …

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