As the petals lie on the ground, the trees say goodbye to morning. The sun behind to burn and the leafs are finishing growing,
As the inbetween the month before the month before.
The season of slow waking, as each wakes in its own time, slowly turns into the season of heat and beaches and boys.
As the others go to enjoy their freedom to play how they choose and where.
Bon voyage or いってらしゃい or have a good time.
Watching them all from the farthest away,
Without ever reaching them,
I hope they have fun.
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