September
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On top of the dry land, my entire body is burning
Your scent that remained on my fingers is scattering away
Your hand that is growing far apart, I can't hold onto it so it hurts
Just until I can survive, just as much as I hated you
When spring comes to bring you back later on
Then I will bloom on that day
(Her)
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