June six-eight

See you in June, we'll sit in the cornfield, the sound of cicadas, listening to the sky combing our hair, the rain drops in the season of departure, spring blossoming.

then return to the river with the river
then afternoon with the mountain
thunderous
then sit with a star
I seem busy
dream of gold

Durian Silver Hair
but love butterfly
gong on the roadside...

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