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Endless Mysteries

Dark, in the Summer, which is full of blooming flowers

I woo the shade of the trees. To tell about the message from the wind. I sulked to the branch that extends. To be able to obtain a warm message

Winds that blow of the Orient to west. Is there a clue that is easy to for me? Breakthrough shaded light of the Orient to the West. Would I be able to get a message from her?

The wind was carrying a message for me. But I have not able to describe clearly. Blast of message soothing but full of mysteries

That was when the morning comes. And I, still waiting for the next message.

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