Sentences describing the boulevard

There's nothing to do, bloom's flowers fall, and it's like deja vu when Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

The shade keeps coming, adding four or five orioles.

Until the quiet and cool summer solstice,

Between the leaves of the sun and the stars.

The wind sends cicadas to echo,

Wash away tenderness and whisper.

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