You saved me, you should remember me.
The spring of the year; young men buying tickets for the ferryboats.
Laughter, because the air is full of apple blossoms.
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Surely spring has been returned to me,beautiful verses, Louise Gluck.
Surely spring has been returned to me, this time not as a lover but a messenger of death, yet it is still spring, it is still meant tenderly. // Oh! Spring; This is not the spring, not the immortal message of the reunion estuary, not the liveliness of the joyous life, this spring is the death angel of the softness of the new life! pleasurable to read