Be imbued with the smell of flower flew
Get buried with the sound of wave moved back
I get on the wave to last winter
Hear again her whisper
When I look at her face holding out the bus window
I see the smile of sun rising behind
The wave of that day heating me up with the sun
wraps my whole body up, though
there is just the smell of flower in today's wave
Like handful of wind blurting out the scent of last winter
I'm just watching rising sun today.
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