I am standing by the door
a door who opens and closes
playing with the wind
a door standing by me.
Plastic pieces of chess
playing in the sun.
Flyers of Shenandoah
watching
on wooden benches.
Lantern in laughters
I open the door
with you
who closes by me
playing big with the wind.
Dreams are walking around
in four seasons
green white red.
By the door
opening and closing
I HOT SPRING
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