Our bus follows destination,
Speed and sound of
engine
Make us awake in
lonesome expense,
Among greens both
sides of road.
Looking through window
I find one lonely
flower
Red in color in all
green bushes
Not touched with peers
for love,
That we need in great
happiness,
With time of
loveliness, alongside,
Mind knows wishes of
green and red,
Yet I cannot touch the
red heart.
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