Don't have other images in mind, whenever I close my eyes...
Just miss the street with mango shaved ice and Japanese ramen,
where there is a small park, with every corner I remembered clearly.
People just come and go, take it a fancy place,
but I used to expecting you and the time to spend together.
From your high school time to my military service,
only Dust in the Wind left.
I haven't walked in that street for years,
maybe this Christmas I am able to do so.
To my deepest memory,
there is so much I couldn't speak out loud to you...
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