I dropped my stones
No wishes were made
I lost all pouring waters
And only the green flames stay
As long as it’s burning
I’ll be great
Just don’t dropp the fragile circles.
I'm the one who fought the Sharks and whales
And walked into hell at one point
But you fought them too
Just remember
'The tricks of today are the truths of tomorrow.'
I dropped my stones
No ground to land on
I lost nothing
And only osmanthus flowers remains
The cherry blossoms are blooming,
Miss Little Cream Soda
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