When the flowers fall
from a tree on me, I don't understand.
Who am I? Why a question?
Thoughts would not end.
Why were there infinite pains? I
want to think again. Why do I like you?
Collect some dreams
for me. Sometimes the love comes
to return the necklace. A snake flies.
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