drunk. once.

The world is warm in March,
The non-hot summer is near,
but it is,
The joy of blooming is exciting,

like wine,
It's not people who get drunk, it's love.

Accompanied by the night, listening to the chirping of insects...
rain drops,
The sound of falling eaves also rang in my ears,

I don't know who I'm thinking about,
Thinking about who was with whom once,
After all, it is a feeling of inexplicable loneliness.

keep your heart,
Waiting for an opportunity to change yourself;
Unknown, who will be tired, or who will be transformed.

Heart, there is a kind of peace and tranquility,
Saying "no need to fear",
Everything is like this,

Why be anxious.

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