I play with a toy
made by you
for my joy
as same as yours
when I cut my finger
at my play crying with
A reddened cheeks
you were worrying
and running for help
When I grew up to a youth
how forgetful I was
About you and your
Utmost love to me...
Where are you now
Since I do not believe
False, I am so much
Unhappy and lonely
For you are no more...
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