Summer blowing | 09:20 |
Summer blowing
Fiddling with my chord of exchanging sense quietly
The state of mind of beating has captured my space
Unwilling to close the eyelid of swelling
Let the angle of skirt fly upward the figure to rotate
So whirl about charmingly Different life
Fall scattered in a place magnificently and beautifully
I burst forth the quiet smiling face
That is crazy about in right summer
Expectation of tomorrow
As the warm air has fallen through at night
I know that is spreading happily
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