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Osmanthus is such a wonderful thing
I pluck a handful of osmanthus from the branches
Oh no
Oh no
Osmanthus
The osmanthus is withering
The osmanthus keeps being blown to the ground by the wind
Oh no
Oh no
The osmanthus is turning yellow
What should I do
I have to watch it
Wither and fall
There’s nothing I can do
Nothing I can do at all
You are
You are the one who plucked me
We’re made into balm
We’re made into pastries
We are osmanthus
We are
Little osmanthus
Little osmanthus needs to be loved
Little osmanthus
You
Me
We are
Balm made of osmanthus
What should I do
I have to watch it
Wither and fall
There’s nothing I can do
Nothing I can do at all
Day after day
It’s here
It’s my season to bloom and fragrance
Is it
Is it
Is this true
What should I do
I have to watch it
Wither and fall
There’s nothing I can do
Nothing I can do at all
The moon is full
Pale golden moonlight
At this moment
I am
The only one
Absolute
Exquisite
Beautiful
Osmanthus