.. The Moon Falls ..
I can't go thou' my heart is crying
I can't even make a clumsy move any more
A flower's scent and a bird's chirpings is an easily disappearing idle dream
The moon saddly cries
The moon even makes a smile saddly like your roughly blurred eyes and like your a withered dream
Wind blows and scatters
Thou' beautiful blossoms of flower falls like stars
My heart still stay there
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