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It's like magic, Your words are drowned out by the sound of fireworks, Turning into the night breeze. I can't hear the most important part, But I feel like we could understand each other. Ah, long, long, long time, The youth I've been longing for is a little bit cruel, isn't it? Days of feeling down, days of getting it all back, meeting you and laughing together—summer vacation begins. La la la la.