A ray of breeze blows across the sky and ocean,
The fragrance of flowers blew over my young face,
Two children, under the sycamore tree,
Every word you say to me makes me laugh,
The man said: What is the softest thing in the world? . .
The woman was at a loss and shook her head carelessly,
The boy came up to her and kissed her lips.
The girl blushed instantly and stopped whispering...
Another breeze, just a little more sweet and shy,
Sixteen years old is the same, sweet and astringent. . . ,,]
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