Your faint flower in memory is a shallow smile
The lost days rise in the fall of your leaves
You can't find your long branches in the starry sky
The fruits you shed in the clouds must be cold and white
The lost days rise in the fall of your leaves
You can't find your long branches in the starry sky
The fruits you shed in the clouds must be cold and white
Your faint flower in memory is a shallow smile
The lost days rise in the fall of your leaves
You can't find your long branches in the starry sky
The fruits you shed in the clouds must be cold and white
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