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I am on a green blade of grass.
I am opening my sleeping heart.
I didn't say "forget me" to anyone.
Morning and evening.
I was born and died.
I am not the tears of the stars.
Nor is it a bright pearl.
I am who I am.
A drop of pure dew
Few people pay attention to me, and I don't complain
So-what?
A sunny and charming morning
I will sublimate into a flower.
Beautiful white clouds