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I just want to stand behind the trees in the forest.
The eyes of dawn are still tired, and there is dew in the air.
The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground.
Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream.
I stood still.
I didn't come near you.
The sky woke up with the gong in the temple.
The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof.
Hold the bubbling water bottle around your waist,
The woman came from the river.
Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar.
The morning is getting dark, and I'm not by your side.