The flying bird dances, The flying bird lands, On the ancient road
Hanging on the wind, Scented in the wind
An imaginary sky.
My mind dwells on the day when you vanished,
Slashing apart the scene, Reflecting the scene
An imaginary sky, On the day when you vanished soundlessly,
Giving you a ride, spring sings
I listen to it amongst the bubbles
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