I am looking for，
In the stone，
Under the tree，
In the spring.
AI sees the bottom of well，
Seeds will appear again.
Oh，
Your fragrance，
Your beauty，
You are the morning dew.
I hold the flower，
It germinate in the grail，
Fell，
Gods envious eyes.
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