Pink Christmas

Every day is a product, And will be the source of happiness and records. Believing that happiness is simple, Oh how simple the happiness is, And it's a blessing from our lovely god.

The Fire in The Stove

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I \ round the fire in the furnace,

The heat of burning incense. Behind your couch, May had a kiss of happiness.

Through the album of history, Turning your bony hands. Through the past, Recalling the time.

One intersection, A group of figures. Remembering the song of the birds, And two rows of green trees.

And then,

You're going to sleep, On this night. I had you, And you had me.

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