there was a hole in my world，
where i used to be,i fall from there.
spring is missing,
my life's autumn is here,
the loving memories are being reminsing.,
sometimes the grief is calm,sometimes it harms.
budset destroyed twice before it blooms.
budding among the ruins i think,
there was a hole in my world,
where i used to be，i fall from there.
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