The fallen blossoms rot.
When a very red lips kiss black earth, a floral leaf's throat start turning white.
A scattered leaves are going to disappear.
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A memory of The gloden bell
I always hope spring and the golden bell. When spring come, the golden bell make us to know it's coming. And I wish agian right after spring; come spring!
When summer, I wish that
When autumn, I hope so
When winter, I desire to
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