He Has Tulip Fever
The footprint that goes back to deep in life,
He carries countless long breaths.
He has tulip fever,
The aroma of tulip sticks to her nose
as long as she lives;
The flower is cut off
the odor is just nosed.
She now lives in the air, on the street,
near the river
And in the story of human love.
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