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This little lyrical season
White, pink and pale purple buds
Meeting first love in the greenery
To the breeze or to the sun
To the sun
Anyway, it's all warm
One butterfly, chasing after another
Ants look in the mirror at the morning dew
It's like finding the best version of yourself
Oh, pick a day to fall in love
Look, the melon seedlings are spreading their vines
It's creeping up on the bamboo
A little green worm is eating the vinegar of a plum
You too can lose the budding
And give him half the beauty you see
Give him half of it
About the Creator
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