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20.First Love
Like a fresh morning glory,
She sat, drooping her head quietly.
Just seeing her fine features.
My heart was always throbbing.
She had eyes that had deep sorrow.
Finding the reason of her sorrow.
My heart was in deep pain.
Leaves had fallen on the school playground.
And the season of the first snowfall had passed.
My yearning toward her was still glowing within me.
Time had passed,
I met her again when I was a college student.
We walked together along the bank of a river
Where the farmers had finished harvesting.
She told me the old-old story of her yearning.
When we have large snowflakes like today.
The features of my first love appear.
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