Poem

 

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"Towards the green days"

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Anonymous (Takinoue)

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The sadness of walking alone in the late summer twilight
A glimpse of today's appearance and the voice I heard are repeated

The sound of the waves enveloping the school and the swaying autumn leaves make me feel lonely. I gaze upon your distant smile, and my frozen heart warms.

I gaze upon the first snow that falls but never piles up,

 

 

Will your scent be the last? The light of the fireflies, the cherry blossoms, beating fast, my heart is in a hot vortex. The time to part is drawing near. The time to part is drawing near.

But words cannot be spun. But words cannot be spun.


In the sunlight streaming through the bay window of the mountain village where I now live, even if my old diary decays, the budding days will never fade.

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