the wind blows gently and you
sit there under a blossom tree
your hair swing swiftly
move along with the motion of the air
gracefully your hand trying to fix them
your eyes looking deep into the sky
for a moment you lost into your imagination
nobody knows your thought
what you're thinking
nobody knows your heart
what you're feeling
what people know is that you sit there under the blossom tree
look beautiful and pretty
oooo, why, oooo, why,
my feet feel so heavy to take another one step to move closer to you,
to say hello, to say hye,
to know you, to introduce mine,
but,
i only may look from far away,
perhaps,
sometimes in the future
i'll have the courage
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