Brilliant of the sunshine,
the time seens to be stop.
A wonderful day that I never met.
trees, flowers, little birds.
They all seems like smiling.
How can the world become so beauty?
Is that all because I am thinking of you?
Or is the time for heaven?
I look the picturesque scenery.
And I wonder what does it lack?
I know the answer immediately.
Because you are not there.
Just a poem means nothing.
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