My soul turns to you

Summer will meet
this year, returning thanks.
At the memory
of the good old days.

The sunshine
chasing after me,
under the silent bell.
A carefree birdsong
echoing the truth.

And in the falling
breeze, I prepared
my words beforehand.

They fly left, fly right
and my soul once
again turns to you.

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