That poem by Priest Saigyou...So there is a place like this too—was what I thought.Was it cherry blossoms?Or was it plum blossoms?You know,that "let me die in spring, under the blossoming trees" thing.I wonder which season was it?Although this is the front line, there are only girls here.Frolicking.Because this is the south, so there are many fancy flowers I've never seen before.I thought to myself that if we were to die,However.a beautiful place like this would be nice.
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