not for longing for the bosom I lost it...
not for memory of statue I broken it...
not for face I buried it...
I am crying! ! ...
I know that the tears of the eyes are let-down..and salt...
I know...
but cry of melody still attack...
do not splash perfumes of your clothes..around me...
I will not wake up..I will not wake up.............................................
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