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We have been growing some thoughts
like root deeply into soil
Not exposed to sun
but really want to see moonlight
where our dreams are longing
to cross over like cloud
Even just for once uplifting our soul
But when dreams become leaves and flowers
with our root intertwined with each other
through four seasons
we could only thank
the sun, the rain and the snow
that make our affection growing
day after night
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