It's a season of love
Everyone should smile at each other
Cuddle, cuddle, cuddle, cuddle, cuddle
I like flowers
There should be flowers in the city
Even if it's removed
Flowers should grow, too
It's a season of love
We should make friends with each other
Loners Are Disgraceful
Life blooms like flowers
We can't let ourselves wither
There's no choice. We all have to fall in love
The love of flowers is drifting with the wind
Drift with the wind drift with the wind
They don't look for it, they don't rely on it
Very proud
Lonely people, they want to be as beautiful as flowers
A proud heart dancing in the wind
Fall under people's feet
A shameful man
They are against life, against boredom
For beauty
Withered in the wind in people's eyes
Wither, wither
La la la la
Become withered
Wither, wither
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