Concentrated in the middle of the night;
That is your name softly
In the poem the song of life
When the presumably originated?
I never know
is it possible through wind gusts?
Or through the solar light and the Moon?
The more I pursued
I guess the more hollow flavor in the liver
Increasingly I feel close
Then you very much ...
But I hope
smile for me
smile for the sake of the beauty of the night
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