It's none of my business to express the people and things that happened after that with a poem.

once

once

Has gone away from me.

once

Blowing in the wind.

once

The scenery that already belongs to the post-era

once

It is already a story in the wind.

once

A past that no longer belongs to me

Send it to friends far away.

2065438+Improvisation on May 27th, 2006