You are as simple as snow
When stream drink your blood
Above sky was wide opened to you
But you do not know the fact
I carry a wooden box of poetry
Lastly it drowned into your ocean
Just like you never seen in dreams
Wine like year was buried too deep
Changing town will wait a long sleep
Under lovely apple tree
It happened before a thousand years ago
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