A patchwork of words
Like the incantation that the Taoist priest chanted randomly
The reality that seems to be there but not is imprinted in your and my heart
The only difference lies in the way of interpretation
The results obtained are not the same
arranged doodles
It’s as if it’s completely your own
Let others steal and rob as they please
But I can’t learn from the hidden self
After thousands of years of decoding, it still cannot be broken
That long, dense spell of words
It’s the affectionate gift I gave you
Through the monsoon of yearning, it penetrates directly into your mind
I always have to turn you around first
will be revealed from the tear ducts
Ancient Japanese-style houses exude a mysterious atmosphere
The magic of warm colors has surrounded you and me
In that sweet world that can’t be found
Wait until the two spells merge into a text
You will live in my heart forever
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