Every time I throw a rock into the sea,
It brings back memories.
Every minute is filled with memories.
The deeper you go, the more memories you'll have that you'll never forget.
However, recalling the old rocks, or "pasts," makes me miss the rocks I have with them.
The folks in my circle are going away like dust in the air as time passes.
The rocks I have with them have already been placed in the water, despite the fact that I will never see them again.
I preserved and defended it in the seas through thick and thin, with no turning back.
One emotion I felt when I remembered my pasts was despondent or lugubrious.
Even if I'm nearing the end of my life, I'll cherish my rocks till the very end...
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