What a pity leaves spring,

What a pity leaves spring,
Accidentally, and quietly.
Open the buds in the bushes
the Palm of the June wind.
To the final flowering stage
Longing and waiting.
Last spring sunset.
what a pity that the desire goes.
Ripe fruit of flowers.
But this, of course, is not news.
Must be love.
what a pity that out love.

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