False Hope

I guess it comes Willing
Giving hope all space
But the only dissenter imagined
In sincere affection

I'm willing to guess it goes
As the seasons change
No matter the flavor back
My stay at this establishment

Although Wherever leaves sprout
The wind will continue to follow
The destiny leaves fall again
Yellow, old and die

I resigned in the sense that
Grasping love melancholy
Call the poison bow hunting
In your love lies

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