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Summers are always rainy and muggy, aren't they? He, in the cemetery, seems willing to be soaked by the rain. He gave all his tenderness to you, and left all his remaining life in a reunion that can never be kept.

The world is fickle, human feelings are wicked, the rain sends off the dusk, and flowers easily fall.

Life and death, two vast unknowns, I do not think of you, Yet you are unforgettable.