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year

Just one year

We'll be able to see it with our own eyes

The flowers bloom as hard as they can

The leaves are growing as hard as they can

I don't know how many flowers and how many pieces

And then it was easily scattered

Beautiful from start to finish

The beauty is that you can afford to put it down

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