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It's just that he's smiling in that place, looking

She smiled softly.

He was not afraid,

He wasn't even afraid of her, a fox?

This frightened the white fox,

Scared the minstrels.

Why is that?

What is the reason for all this?

Why isn't he afraid of the white fox?

Why isn't he afraid of the white fox?

Why didn't he treat the white fox as a monster?

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His caresses,

He gently stroked her snow-white fluff.

Gently stroking her silky hair,

The hairs are as white as snow,

She was shaking in that place.

Scared in that place.

The real scared,

It's already her.

Those eyes,

In those shrunken and trembling eyes,

It's full of fear and incomprehensible doubts.

And he doesn't stop,

Don't stop his good,

Do not stop his warmth

with mildness.

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She couldn't recall,

Thoughts can't go,

My mind was completely confused.

It's just that all of a sudden,

In that trance,

She felt her heart beating.

The heart rises and falls,

As if it could prove something?

As if you could feel something?

She couldn't explain herself.

But I'm afraid to explain,

I'm also scared to admit it.

The joy of being afraid to admit it,

-- That kind of happiness......

Too happy that it shouldn't seem to be?

Afraid of the panic of confession,

- Panicked and unable to control yourself?

Afraid to admit that kind of confusion,

Afraid of the re-entanglement and rupture in the recognition,

What kind of rupture was that?

What a haggard scene that I couldn't breathe.

-- In the midst of indecision,

Nervous.

The body and mind are haggard.