Flowers had done nothing to comfort the soul withered Festival; years passed away, life has a lonely dirge of charm; pre-dawn darkness was the most lonely, I tried to secretly listen in this black and weeping. Even if there is no tomorrow, I would like to wait until the rising Han-yang simple beauty, it is fleeting warmth, but also a long-lasting memories. Bana seems to open in full bloom, the cold, sharp, Daisy's elegant, sunset of the mysterious, sweet innocence, running footsteps, all in all so I could not resist, I would like to use tomorrow for the memory of this silent moment, no the old ways.

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