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Its blooming,

Our love will reach the morning,

Blessed by the rain, our love will be the same.

And the raindrops-keep carving out your name.

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Snows coming down,

The king blessed by the crown,

Yet-the fool blinded by the brown,

Living up the life upside down,

Dying alongside the frown.

Crossed out the time-by the end of our prom,

Remember my name-whom ripped out your gown,

As a fool me,

As a beau you,

Let the memoirs tainted to blue

As its not pure anymore, for the past its the dew.

For the most sunshine in the morning,

For the past of my doing,

For the sake of our life,

I led the path for you, for your survival,

I faced the pain for you, upon our arrival,

Likewise the rhythm of those musical,

Likewise the little rascal,

From our old times together,

I am hoping that happiness will reach you sooner,

Or ever after.