"After you left, the wind sobbed,
The old forest where the birds live is annihilated by the fire,
Love and longing lock freedom,
Someone was trapped in the long night of November 7th.
He said don't stop,
Moving forward with your shared memories,
There are people walking and running,
The same gunshot cracks the pain;
Some people are walking slowly,
New flowers bloom in his bones. "
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Wulihagi pine
Probably a collection of short stories
Intention: Toward the wind and the distance