My mother once told me
That a sapling needs
Water, sun and lots of loving
That thick mane of hair
Envelops her
Protecting her in that
Little, shy world of her's
Hunting the nonexistent?
Four leaved clover
How does one give up?
When all you can do is
Pick yourself up
And go forward..
He groped at his head
Snatching problems away
And even...
Painful memories...
They were right..
But about which part? !
That being in love is difficult..
Demo,
Doushite? ? ...
((FYI: Demo means 'but' in Japanese
Doushite means 'why' in Japanese))
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