Under the blue sky, oats blow in the wind, yearning for the sea, and beneath the passing white clouds, their golden ears shine.

What were you thinking then...?

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At the end, there will be glory, honor, and pleasure...

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You're surely sneering at me with those sharp eyes...

The seasons change, you disappear,
and I reminisce about the past.

I wonder what will happen this winter...

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