How do you meet me
the most beautiful moment in my
I have for this
Buddha for five hundred years
metion we end a period of bonds of the Buddha so
overtaken me
grow on a tree by the roadside you will
carefully under the sun in full blossom blossoming
are looking forward to my previous
When you approach your You listen
trembling leaf
I wait for the passion and when you finally get through
disregard behind you for a friend ah
land that That is not the petals
my withered heart
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