If you have not met that day in March
last night to open the car I do not know where
carrying the direction of my soft heart in the air across the streamlined
love the blue light stuck in your wings disappear
playground
spring sunshine in the lonely flowers waft in the breeze
if that day is not met you I would not be so confused
If the day does not fall in love with you I will not be so crazy
If you have not left that day I will not be so sad
me if I am not now you will not come back
back to me
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