At the beginning of spring, you spread your snow-white wings and fly to this garden that has long been corrupted. You fly for no reason, you are pure.
When being played with, I still love you stupidly. You fall next to me, love, look, stupidly. If you are an angel from heaven, then I can only be a devil from hell; if you are a butterfly, I can only look at you, looking at your beauty...
Memories, you said to me: "I like you the most!"
"Well, really." I replied flatly and looked at you in the flowers.
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I'm sorry, I didn't keep you••••••I'm sorry••••••
Only now do I realize that I deeply love you••••••