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【詩】In the Morning Air of Spring
In the center of the indistinct transience
Lots of winds wander through lots of my selves
Gradually my consciousness was spreading over the somber blue sky
I myself fell down remaining upright immovab
In the center of the indistinct transience
Lots of winds wander through lots of my selves
Gradually my consciousness was spreading over the somber blue sky
I myself fell down remaining upright immovab