Hometown gold

come back is one more time go
thick with nostalgia from the old man
reach out to catch the flying wings
deep memories that torment the heart
I come back to hold on to the scent
let the milk soak in our hair to remember each other
call afternoon already fades away
call people just crushed dream
impermanent a flower of dryness
The scent of the rosewood tree still carries the lingering drops of sadness

April shows off golden rain
floral dress
red bib
miss you and me...

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