Return the clouds to the sky.
Lullaby in the summer sun, adrift in the thin night.
Give me back the drops of memories that fill my heart.
Touching the crimson flame tree branch. Tomorrow we will part ways.
Alight from the train. At the end of the platform.
Tears well up in the eyes of the person, like soft drops falling like rain.
Return the shattered moon on the doorstep.
The betel nut flowers have fallen, turning the ground white. The night mist is hazy.
Return the poem to the person.
To listen to the waves crashing. On the shore of time.
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