Gazing at her last summer time
Deep conversations, long walks to the terminal.
Saying "goodbye" every time we're crossing the line
For the short period of time and her slanting eyes.
Someone stays and will depart in life
Turning the sunrise to dawn swiftly as I rise
Remembers everything so enchanting and nice.
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