鼻先をくすぐる春 リンと立つのは空の青い夏 袖を風が過ぎるは秋中 そう 気が付けば真横を通る冬 強い悲しいこと全部 心に残ってしまうとしたら それもあなたと過ごしたしるし そう 幸せに思えるだろう Spring tickles my nose. The blue summer sky stands coldly. A fall wind blows past my sleeves. In no time at all, it's winter passing by. If every powerfully sad thing remains in my heart, then that's proof that I was with you, and I can think happily of it.
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