Do you ever remember the man who didn't speak?
In spring
I was once beautiful and picturesque
I have a flexible and flexible waist
and a warm and soft voice
also used to smile
Freeze in the breeze
everlasting seal
Those watery times
But you can't see me
ignore my existence
Even if it's close at hand
You can't feel my whisper either
Like a shadow after dawn
No marks. . .
These these these
I don't even want to know
what i want to know is
Then you after so many years
Do you still remember my beauty?
Still remember
Gentle on the back
That pale cheek
that
person who never spoke
. . .