Listening to the magpie sing,
Hoping she brings me a lucky day,

I watch the sunrise in your eyes,
I watch cherry blossoms bloom,
As they say hello to Spring,

I look at you my Dream,
Wondering?

Why, loving you is as impossible,
As fixing a broken heart?

My Dream,
You are the last poem,
I will never finish writing.

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