My cute flower full of feathers is my last companion The place of your beautiful lips has been left on my notebook , the bitter poem of tears, the story of my homesickness, this is the breath of seeing you, it was my habit to see you,
my cute flower, my friend, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence,
you were a new word for me, the story of two halves and becoming one, you gave a new meaning to love, a beating of a heart. And the warmth of two tons , you were a new word for me, the story of two halves and your becoming one, you gave a new meaning to love, the beating of a heart and the warmth of two tons of
beautiful flowers, O sympathizer, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence, in
my poetry notebook, in white tone, each leaf with your beautiful handwriting, you wrote either you or me , my halfway friend, I know that you did not die, but when you left, it was as if you were in front of my eyes. You
have to get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence, you must get used to your absence.
