How many poetry books are beside her It was sandwiched More about the future th

how many poetry books are beside her It was sandwiched More about the future than about the past Continue reading the poem with thinking eyes Like sinking into fading light Words that have disappeared Remaining unable to get anywhere It was exchanged for now that it's far away I was reminded of an old promise Little by little, our shadows continue to grow in length Sometime did it reach the moon Strangely poor fit What I'm feeling I'm sure you are the same With a magical sweet fragrance From the full moon I can see an unknown empty gap The world did not know his name And I didn't give them a chance He remains unrecognized I was buried in a tomb I'm somewhere in a different season than now Meet him She's always I have his collection of poems sandwiched between me I sat next to her Reading a collection of poems together His poems without speaking out loud In a world spilled out of time All sorrow I sent him to write poetry I whispered so quietly It was torn from an unfinished book and fell On the page 「when Yoshino cherry trees smell」 It was written like that
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how many poetry books are beside her
It was sandwiched
More about the future than about the past
Continue reading the poem with thinking eyes
Like sinking into fading light
Words that have disappeared
Remaining unable to get anywhere
It was exchanged for now that it's far away
I was reminded of an old promise
Little by little, our shadows continue to grow in length
Sometime did it reach the moon
Strangely poor fit
What I'm feeling
I'm sure you are the same
With a magical sweet fragrance
From the full moon
I can see an unknown empty gap
The world did not know his name
And I didn't give them a chance
He remains unrecognized
I was buried in a tomb
I'm somewhere in a different season than now
Meet him
She's always
I have his collection of poems sandwiched between me
I sat next to her
Reading a collection of poems together
His poems without speaking out loud
In a world spilled out of time
All sorrow
I sent him to write poetry
I whispered so quietly
It was torn from an unfinished book and fell
On the page
「when Yoshino cherry trees smell」
It was written like that
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