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Wind of morning Air of morning The hand which was chilled
Put a hand in a pocket Wear a favorite jacket
The town which does not change all the time I walk with a stoop
"You are always there" While yawning on a wall
A body of light brown Deep-black eyes
"I am work now What do you grind now?"
Though you do not answer I ask it
The life that is restricted by freedom from nobody It is enviable
But when it "is free" during "loneliness" You live hard
You are excellent with a small body
A spring rain Sunlight of summer Autumn sunshine filtering through foliage Snow of winter
You survived any kind of situation It is my irreplaceable friend
"What do you do now?" "In addition, do you sleep?"
For such a worthless feelings It is over every day
What time of day is it that I met for the first time? Is it before around one?
You should have been able to spend it much together from now on
Morning of one day The wind that does not change all the time
Nothing should change But only 1 is different
There is not you There is not it on a usual wall
There "will be it tomorrow" I easily thought
On the next day, it is the next day again There is not it
You would go to where I will look for it
"You do what where"?¡¡ Were you be me to avoid it?
On earth it is where! ?¡¡ If there is it, call
I "found ... which I found"
Wind of morning Air of morning The hand which was chilled
There was me who hugged you there
One drop of drop ran with my cheeks
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