Wrestling ring calls the farmers' names
Spinning in the drum of light,
Pretend to forget so the trees can grow green
The man told the man the rain had stopped...
Spring itself could not be otherwise
Hair leaning against each other turns gray
I just think about you,
sharp thorns are also young
Being yourself makes me feel foolish!
Now spring
Also suddenly moved,
A startlingly bright dream
Since the rain washed the sky…
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