You know, I still remember,
Your hands' fragrance was like a sunrise
In a winter haze being powdered
Or a radiant day of spring.
If you want, I'll become self-angry.
If you want, I'll exchange the summer
To a billion photo albums
But, so sorry, without me.
Would you like to make me a happy?
Please, without farce and deception,
Not to let this agony break me
To the ground that's cold and wet.
You became excessively silent, maybe
When I got my fear unmentioned
And the last thing that I remember :
Your hands' fragrance was like a...
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