Under that cherry blossom tree,
Kiss my man.
In the shadow of ten candles,
Wringing fingers.
Lips tightly closed,
Can't say a word.
Beside the cherry blossom tree,
Who is whispering?
Under that red maple,
Who is crying?
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No matter how awesome you are, it's useless. If you don't attack from the front, there will be nothing wrong.
No matter how awesome you are, it's useless. If you don't attack from the front, there will be nothing wrong.