This year seemed a bit different. The clock was ticking, yet our clothes were still thick, and the sky was low. We didn’t wait for you, The days were still cold, so we just stayed at home. But you came anyway, gracing the lonely trees in Seoul, and soon those wet leaves will drop for your birthday. Hello again, cherry blossom.
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