嗄く春(Blooming Spring)
The morning sun kissed my cheek.
The starry night is alive and roams around the street.
My bones are getting chills
hearing the distant howls of the wind.
The lovely scent of greenery filled the air.
This is the commerce of the blooming spring.
As you may hear.
The beautifully colored flowers
filled this ground with life.
The setting skies are mixed with blue and pink.
What a sight.
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