Dong-Ju, Yoon
It's not a spring morning
The summer, the autumn, the winter,
It's not the morning of that season, but the certain morning.
Bloomed the red flower
And the sun‘s azure.
On the night before,
On the night before,
The all things were prepared.
The Love and snake are going with themselves,
The venom and little flower are going with themselves.
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