Yellow wind blows the field.
You runs to slipping through me.
Leaving in my heart something.
You runs to slipping through me.
Leaving in my heart something.
Strong sunlight of summer, the afterglow of the evening.
The things sharper than them.
The things sharper than them.
I had remembered to say what the phenomenon.
Sunflower was smiling beside.
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