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In the morning orchid weeps in the fence,
dewy weather,i wear the shirt to walk on the forest.
Sparrows fly away.
The moonshine doesn't know my sorrow,
just shines on my courtyard,yellow as her hairs.
Last night blue daisies faded in the west wind,
blue rain,i ascended the attic to see if she comes here?
Sparrows quietly stayed.
I tried to sent my love letter to that girl,
but i just don't know where she's meandering.
