为什么我还活着?Ataraxy

Non-To my Siberian

I miss you,
kissing on head, holding with hands,
raining the rainbow, wet the leaves.
Walk in frog, lost some dreams,
raised a flushing, dropped a glance.

I want to see you,
I miss you so.
Seeing the mint green, limpidity of urs.

I fall from the tree now.

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