First love met...
A breeze blew, and the war faded
A wasp came and cried, the heart was sad
A poem was composed, you died
My heart felt sad, she didn't cry
The heart that was on the outside didn't cry
After a while, she saw her head and looked up
Why didn't she ask why she didn't give flowers to him/her
He suffered alone, he didn't cry
He asked her for happiness, but he became lonely
And so, the sad heart appears
My heart rose again and smiled before
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A poem from the heart.