Secodslba

and a time to cast away

and a time to lose

and a time to refrain from embracing

and a time to gather stones together

and a time to dance

and a time to laugh

and a time to build up

and a time to heal

and a time to pluck up that what is planted

and a time to die

and a time for every matter under heaven

from The Holy Bible

Thy flower——forevermore!

Pray gather me

I'll skip the tomb

And Oriole

Thy music still

Wind goes through leaves without flower

I love your smile seriously

upon the ground behind you

without noticing me

listen carefully

every flower carrying my previous hope