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The moon is the saddest thing
which only has a day to hug full love.
If full moon can hang on the sky forever,
i'm willing to be the ice that thawed by your smile.
Time always changes too much thing,
the sparrow pecked clay over the stream.
In front of your tomb i hum lightly the serenade,
still you don't come back,only a blue butterfly stops at the iris.
