| Walk in this spring scenery, I meet a tuft of breeze, it is conciliating in the heart that that is soft.
This that I stretch out one's hand and lock wind, I only see whether its appearance changes, just perceive it very hard? Then, I wave farewell, the drizzle is floated, but I do not have tear stains, what I want is not much, just a little, wind it come to I at one's side, I have understood its compliment, this getting enough, bless just, wish it all the way freely.
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