I was drinking in a pub with sun
I told him about Ms. G
As he smoked, he looked around carelessly
It's like he didn't pay attention. He didn't pay attention
After a while, he clapped his hand over the mouth of the cup
He hung his head down, as if it was uncomfortable. He slowly raised his head
Staring at the ceiling
For sun
He said he liked Ms. G
Like like wind, like rain, like mountains
Like a wisp of fragrance from a woman
He can live like a child in the wind, in the rain, in the mountains
Picking wild flowers, flying kites, drinking wine and painting landscapes
He just enjoyed it
But never thought to possess
It's enough to have this feeling in your head
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