++ love ++
I always only think it is painful.
Nevertheless, as usual
By my desire as foolish
It gives oneself up and anything disappears.
It is betrayed by a light expectation at one o'clock.
It is damaged and suffers.
It cries in tatters.
It sheds tears, it throws, and refreshingly.
It is some day settled.
Though it is such a repetition
Moreover, it comes to like someone.
The degree is a degree that seems to fall. seem to go mad
By vanishing of the degree reason that seems to collapse
Word that tells and doesn't cut to which desire is not told
One o'clock for you even if it is capricious
Even love at only moment : because it doesn't care.
Please let me realize small hope.
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