Mom!
My hair
Put it on your lap.
This is the silk you gave me.
One zero two
floret
I also want to look up.
Thanks for the love of spring-
However, deep goodwill
On the contrary, he finally became silent
Mom!
Were you that spring?
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It's a pity
It's tenderness
This is sadness—
This image facing the sky
Melted my old heart.
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No kissing!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming.
The bird hid in his nest.
The storm in my heart is coming.
I only hide in your arms.